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I feel enough time has passed that I can make a rather shocking confession. Who it would shock I am not sure. I've been living a Beware of the Blog lie for the past several months. Back on April 29th I posted the most elaborate item ever written about the psychedelic hippie (or hippy) flick You Are What You Eat (1968). If you missed it, you can still read it here. Now despite having given the history of this weird and often headache-inducing film, offering my opinions about its best and worst parts (and its absolutely fantastic soundtrack LP that you can listen to here), I need to come clean.
I never saw the movie.
As I stated in the original piece, You Are What You Eat is rather obscure - and nearly impossible to find. I owned the great soundtrack featuring The Electric Flag, Tiny Tim, Peter Yarrow, Rosko, The Band, and of course John Simon's My Name Is Jack, and had always wondered about the movie. I figured many other WFMU listeners did too.
I confess this now because my local Cinematheque had a (bootleg DVD) screening of the picture this past week. I was one of only five people in the audience - and the soundtrack remains superior. If you follow the link to that old article it has now been revised - as you might expect. I wonder if anyone noticed I was talking out of my ass back in April? It also makes me wonder how many film critics out there review movies without even bothering to watch them (Leonard Maltin - a measly two stars for Taxi Driver!?).
Can you ever trust me again?