Matthew Lickona 1:30 p.m., April 16
The moviemakers' unwillingness to anchor their story to a particular time and place imbues it with a quality of generalization, vagueness, and timidity rather than, as intended, universality. (The timidity is nowhere better seen than in the freeze-frame, will-he-or-won't-he ending.) In their detachment, though, the moviemakers at least save themselves from the faddishness of such Revolting Youth movies as Getting Straight and The Strawberry Statement. And Jon Voight, as the archetypal activist in wire-rimmed specs, turns in a convincing portrayal of earnestness bordering on obtuseness. Nice moment: his red-eared upbraiding of his bourgeois girlfriend for boring him with a trivial anecdote about a mouse when (doesn't she realize?) the world around them is in a desperate mess. With Robert Duvall, Jennifer Salt; directed by Paul Williams. 1970.
— Duncan Shepherd
- Rated PG