Tedious as fucking anything. Tried real hard and only got more irritated the 2nd time around.
Along the beaches of Southern California in 1970, the hippie haze is fading away and free love is meeting consequence. Trust in everyday strangers becoming as rare as a rainy Sunday morning, and the honchos wearing bronze badges against their pressed shirts leading the paranoid raid of these drug fueled days and nights. And at once we find ourselves in the head and shoes of one Doc Sportello. As melancholic for the days of old as any other of his…