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“I went down to the movie after I ate and saw Zabriskie Point. I liked it, mostly; most keen—the beautiful hippie girl, the police unnecessarily killing her boy friend, the smotheringness of Los Angeles. All this was true, and it was superb when that great plastic hotel in the desert blew apart in slow motion, exposing the smug gimmickry and slick fixtures, to the tune of that vandalous war music of the Rolling Stones. It was all perfectly righteous. Who could watch a rich-tri-story house like that explode and burn without saying yes to life in his heart of hearts?”
—Barry Hannah, Nightwatchmen
