It punctures the swinging 60s myth before it really got going, and as a film about lost dreams and hopes its bitter-sweet melancholy is very touching.
Ronald Lacey is superb as a stoned hippy living in a squat on Salisbury Plain (this film is 1965) and Robin Bailey (a great and underrated actor) and Yootha Joyce (much missed) are hilarious as a swinging couple in Bath. Dave Clark does his best to play the moody hero, but only ends up as a bit stilted, although this adds to his sulky charm. Luckily, Barbara Ferris adds much-needed vivacity to their scenes.
The film's ironic message is that some dreams won't come true.

This sis a weird one,made when pop stars were supposed to be happy,this is decidedly downbeat,filmed in black and white,this film takes in bombing,drugs and class rivalry in a way that leaves the viewer totally non plussed.
You don't really care for the characters as they seem to all be vacuous and self obsessed,dave clark mopes around as though he has the problems of the world on his shoulders.
Miss this if you can