Trashiest White-Trash Flicks 12.
Peaceable folks take on the intolerant and tragically over-confident.
This non-tin soldier will never ride away. Along the way, the bit players sing drippy, hippie tunes strummed on ill-tuned acoustic guitars. Billy's gal is in serious need of capping and not in the gangsta-rap sense. While there's a flash of hippie naturism, there's only a flash. Fans of such things should definitely stick to Woodstock .