Picked this one up in the Buck-a-Movie Bin at Wally World and can't stop thinking about how good it must feel for Jeff Bridges to know In Search of America, a baby-food-level, cutesy-poo, hippie-dippy mess of a series pilot didn't sell.
You really have to see this glop of strained peas to appreciate how much of an insult it is to everyone from the vast majority of silent, hard-working Baby Boomers to their "Greatest Generation" parents. Bridges plays the earnest college freshman who wants to . . . search for America! So he convinces his middle-class liberal parents and granny to hop on the hippie bus for a tour of the country (from the locales, they never get out of the LA area; how's that for a fresh perspective?!).
There's a whole bunch a rock concerting and baby having and voodoo witch doctoring and failing kidneying and when it's all over, with the warbling of some sort of Osmond/Cowsill/Partridge Family singing group never far from the soundtrack, you're wondering if ol' Jeff might refund your buck.
