Matcollis This Movie Can Only Be Described With One Word.

Tockinit not horrible nor great

SunnyHello Nice effects though.

WillSushyMedia This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.

brutusln What's so fascinating about this film is how its music soars, despite the pot-fogged incidents that happen offstage, and despite poor concert production planning. Only great musicians of merit could survive this crap: An embarrassing mid-concert altercation between Steven Stills and a hostile audience member, all in full view and focus of the audience, after which Stills performs his set. Cringe-inducing interstitials of of wacked-out audience members-- from drug addict transient/philosophers with truant, abused, harmonica-chewing children, to poet wannabees with bad dentistry along Highway 1-turned-parking lot.Did it ever dawn on Crosby, Baez or Hendricks that they're wasting their time singing to the great unwashed? People who have smeared their faces with greasepaint, siphoned stolen gas by mouth and can't find their children? People who call attention to themselves at public concerts by running naked without having trimmed their pubic hair? Luckily these great musicians don't seem to let it get to them. (Except for Stills who walks into the crowd and mauls a psychotic loudmouth.)What becomes really clear is how naively the whole concert production was engineered. No parking. No rehearsal (as a bewildered Joan Baez looks about the stage for an ending after the 20th chorus of "Oh Happy Day".) No barrier between audience and performers-- anyone could jump in the downstage swimming pool and cause a ruckus at random. (The "swimming pool downstage" was a weed-fried concert promoter's whimsy-turned nightmare-- too odd to be believed, and would be unthinkable for today's uber-engineered concerts.) It's hilarious to watch a generation of brilliant, carefree artists step in their own crap because of faulty production design and engineering.This film is hideous and beautiful. Like a 1920's Montparnasse outdoor art show in a rainstorm. Or like an evening with David Crosby-- in a hot tub.

grizpoet I caught this film late night many years ago. I've seen it a couple times since. Their is more than one edit I assume because the hot tub scene was cut in one version I saw. The musical performances vary from spotty to captivating. Jonathon Sebastion's description of his "trip" to the Dead ranch is funny, revealing, and at points a bit incoherent. Stills throws a hissy fit that exposes his more self-indulgent persona, and Joni Mitchell's performance of her at-the-time brand new tune Woodstock (more famous in the CSNY version) makes the whole film worth a watch. My only question is where's the DVD of this unique psychedelic snapshot?

Baird Bryant This is the film to see if you want to open a time capsule of the sixties in California. Although it has been knocked on film quality, it doesn't matter because the viewer finds themselves transported to an event overflowing with love and beauty. Yes, arguments and fisticuffs were a minor distraction, but the wish for a better life generated ed by the crowd created a bubble of light that repelled negativity like a force-field. The sense of being there is unparalleled. The film can be appreciated even more today witness the reactions to a recent screening at the Egyptian Theatre in Hollywood. This is one of a kind in documenting the positive aspects of the counter-culture movement.

helpless_dancer If hippies were all about peace and love why did Stills try to whip ass and take names? Amateur camera work and some really bad acts couldn't take away from the coolness of this documentary. I never heard of several of the performers and never cared 2 cents for Baez or Mitchell, but CSN&Y were worth the price of admission. Nice look at the good old days; glad I wasn't there - what a crowd scene. A better film in this genre was '67's Monterrey Pop Festival.