My feelings for this little article began with an unquenchable lust, bloomed into immense admiration, settled into a cozy tolerance then plunged into sickening despair. The first half is overflowing with infectious energy and clever camera tricks and despite my indifference towards Dusty Halfman, I was practically swooning. Then what happened? Oh, the paper-thin plot, hum-drum dialogue, unbelievable ending, & SIMON and GARFUNKEL. If I hear that song one more time I will press tacks to my obliging eyes (or should that be nails to ears?). Heard it six more times. The direction the film took, I disagree so emphatically. Was it an atonement for the debauchies of the first? I felt used, like Dusty when the succubus sucks him. First half 10+, second half was forgettable to me.