- Director: Alan Arkin
- Writer: Jules Feiffer
- Producer: Jack Brodsky; Burtt Harris
This is a supreme example of when film-making went from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Arkin directs with competence - but, with a script that is so ludicrous - only a cockroach without a brain would understand it.
This is a testament to the time - hippy-dippy, anti-war mentality, rusty realism, irksome eccentrics - vital ingredients for a tasteless pie.