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Garbage, but such pretty garbage!
The first hour of American pop, plays out something like Once Upon a Time in America. It follows the story of a multiple generations of Russian Jews, who flee to America to escape persecution and end up as instrumental figures in a fictionalised history of American music.
The premise sounds cool, but it's just so deathly boring. Bakshi's animation looks consistently very nice—occasionally it looks absolutely incredible—but the film's plot and characters are just aggressively bland.
The last half hour of American Pop, on the other hand, is this absolutely fascinating psychedelic odyssey through the 60s and 70s.
It's still badly written, and the characters are still shallow and uninteresting, but the…