An American Hippie in Israel

I supposed that the few hippies who bothered to see "An American Hippie In Israel" during its theatrical release probably reacted with a "far out!" at the time. But I think that if those same people were to see the movie today, they would wonder, "What were we thinking?" It's a real head-scratcher of a movie. For a long time, there seems to be no real plot, just people going place to place and occasionally taking off their clothes. Then it turns into a weird story of people stuck on a desert island. I don't have a good idea what the point of this movie was supposed to be. It seems aimless, and there are things like the two pursuers of the title figure that are never explained. There is some nice Israeli scenery, but a good look only goes a little way in a movie - you need a good story and well-written characters as well, and this movie simply doesn't have those two important things.

I believe that Markastzm's review gets everything right, except one very thing. Indeed, he is correct that the mimes and the sharks both represent "The Man", and also that the film does not refute hippie ideals, but rather shows the unrelenting glee "The Man" takes in squashing those embracing those ideals. Markastzm is wrong, however, when he states that "Neither the characters, the actors, nor the director take themselves too seriously". There is an interview with two of the actors on the blu-ray disc and they indicate that took all of this very seriously, and that - to some extent - they all naively thought they were making a important statement. And it is precisely this that makes this film such a jaw-droppingly WTF oddity. Tedious to no end, but also fun in the right mindset with the right group of friends.

Flying to Israel from New York City, American hippie and Vietnam War veteran Asher Tzarfati (as Mike) is picked up while hitchhiking, by attractive actress Lily Avidan (as Elizabeth). They almost get into an accident with two mute men in weird suits and chalk-white make-up. These men have been following Mr. Tzarfati around the world. After copulating at her place, the twosome enjoy a fun hippie lifestyle. They befriend another couple, Shmuel Wolf and Tzila Karney. The foursome end up on a deserted island paradise where they either go naked or wear tight bikinis...

The island is supposed to be a paradise, with plenty of freedom. However, after sex and frolicking, the quartet eventually find their food and transportation are gone. They are stranded and begin to act like the animals. Apparently, the outside world isn't going to let Amos Sefer's hippies obtain freedom without a fight. This is an allegorical story hampered by the fact that the characters we're supposed to like are so annoying, we're often rooting for them to get shot or run over. The dubbing and repetitive soundtrack are not helpful. The location footage is most appealing.

*** An American Hippie in Israel/ Ha-Trempist (1972) Amos Sefer ~ Asher Tzarfati, Lily Avidan, Shmuel Wolf, Tzila Karney

An American Hippie in Israel is an independent film that revolves around none other than the titular character. I really don't know I can describe it, but here I go. It is downright bizarre, and I do not mean that in a good way. The tone is all over the place, the editing is virtually non-existent, and I honestly cannot describe the writing to save my own life. On the bright side, the two lead males acted in other films (before and after this), which is more than I can say for the two actresses; it's quite a bummer if you ask me. If it hadn't been for the ending, I would've given this tripe a lower rating than 1.9/10.

Unbelievable. Godawful. Mess. This was (inexplicably) on Turner Classic Movies at 2 am this weekend. Curiosity got the better of me (bad me!) and I tuned in. Hippies obviously wrote(?) this, shot it, directed it, all while stoned. I'm waiting for the MST3000 version, or better yet, for someone to give it the "Rocky Horror audience" treatment. Spoilers will not be part of this review, because it would spoil your lunch/dinner/munchies attack. I haven't been stoned in a good 35 years, so maybe state-dependent learning would come into play, and I'd truly be able to appreciate this ever-loving mess of a movie. I have to write ten lines of review, which is about seven lines more than the script had, or for that matter, the emesis-inducing 1970's rock song that keeps playing through the entire movie.