After university professor Richard Todd "drops out" in protest of the expulsion of two clean-cut students who print an underground newspaper (The Tomorrow's Times!), he takes a jaunt to San Francisco to check out the action and finds nothing but bubble-blowing, hip-shaking, body-groping kids frolicking in the park (nothing too outrageous: the dancing blonde has flesh-colored undies beneath her dress, and all the couples are boy-girl). Quickie product filmed on the Columbia lot brings up 'relevant' themes (such as religious cults), but has so little to say on these topics that everything ends up cheapened by the exploitation. It is so poorly-made and naïve (and, ultimately, conservative) that it nearly runs the risk of being endearing. Too bad nobody came up with a competent script to help the picture over that 30-minute hurdle. How much LSD does one have to take to get through relics like this? * from ****
Review of The Love-Ins
