This is one memory of the '70s that you might want to forget. This flick takes place in the wake of the Summer of Love, as a bunch of idealistic high school graduates find themselves grappling with the impending Vietnam draft lottery and the aftermath of the Kent State shootings. Against this charged setting, lost innocence is just a Hendrix guitar lick away.
Although the young, mostly unknown cast tries hard, the movie is a long slog despite its rather quaint earnestness. However, it is interesting to see Martin Mull and Fred Willard in dramatic roles that are light years away from their usual work. Is there an object lesson to all the soul-searching about whether to go to Nam or hightail it to Canada? Maybe, it's that fighting the good fight is, itself, a victory. Or that there are one too many movies about the '70s out there.