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The PackageThis quintessentially seventies film has an interesting
anti-drug message embedded in its premise of late-60's acidheads losing their
minds a decade later (this must have made many of the film's initial
twenty-something viewers extremely nervous). The idea that the ultimate
consequences of youthful experimentation may not become apparent until years
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The StoryThe temperamental Jerry attends a party where one of his buddies unexpectedly flips out; the guy pushes three women into a blazing fireplace and reveals that he's wearing a wig, under which he's completely bald. Jerry nearly ends up in the fireplace himself, but manages to lure the man outside, where he's unexpectedly hit by a truck and killed. Finding himself under suspicion for the killings, Jerry becomes increasingly stressed out. He learns that similar freak-outs have recently occurred and discovers a common thread: all the perpetrators attended Stanford University around the same time in the late sixties...as did Jerry himself! All of them abused a drug called Blue Sunshine, which has LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG lasting side effects. It isn't long before Jerry is forced to kill another ex-classmate, this time an insane babysitter who nearly stabs to death the children she's been charged with looking after. It all comes down to a politician who, it just so happens, dealt Blue Sunshine to his fellow college students back in the day and so is largely responsible for all the mayhem. He goes nuts in a discotheque, but Jerry manages to take him down with a stun gun in a nearby department store. The question of Jerry's own mental state remains unresolved (it's never revealed if he partook of the Blue Sunshine or not); furthermore, as a postscript informs us, quite a few of the original tabs of Blue Sunshine were never accounted for. |
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The DirectionAs I stated earlier, this is a very seventies film, and suffers from a number of annoying conventions popular at the time. Such conventions shine through in Lieberman's unfortunate preferences for loose compositions and lenses that are too damn wide, and the music score often feels quite moldy (and not just in the disco club!). Lieberman is clearly a better writer than he is a director, and the potency of his screenplay luckily tends to override his shortcomings as a filmmaker. The film is also notable for its unflinching brutality and unrelenting bleakness: even during the "good" times, Lieberman seems to be saying, violence and madness are never far away. |
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Vital StatisticsBLUE SUNSHINE
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