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Rating: 1/10 (6 February 2008)

This is not a summary, it is a warning. Few things spurn me to review a movie. Even less propel me to espouse the negative of any one in particular. Holding back commentary on everything else about this flick, I must note that merit based upon revered psychedelic content is bunk. Ooh! The visuals are psychedelic!... Yawn. What is it that your life is lacking anyway that this completely unimaginative and convoluted film could pretend to conjure up any sense of continuity? The 60's came and are now gone. Don't believe me? Look at the calendar It seems that we're now in the 2000-somethings. Anyway, my point revolves around the 'psychedelics' of the film. Literally, a psychedelic experience portends a lack of perception, especially in the realm of reality. Simply, the director of this film sought connections for the screenplay in pop-culture media that weren't even vaguely related. Don't make me listen to a Beatles song bastardized by Jefferson Airplane overtones. The Beatles were the Beatles and Jefferson Airplane was Jefferson Airplane. When some self-aggrandizing, masturbatory film-maker feels the need to forever confuse the two in the annals of cinematic history  beware.