Cult value galore! The Monkees frantically searching for reality but never finding it. Jack Nicholson outlining the movie on LSD. The rubble of a fourth wall. It can be tiresome, but enough moments work—be they funny, provocative, or nightmarish—to demand notice. I'm not sure I want to join the cult, but a girl in 6th grade told me this was her favorite movie, and I should've asked her out when I had the chance.
Head gets none of the credit it deserves whatsoever. Granted, its not much more than a plotless, trippy mash and trying to get your head completely around it is damn near pointless, but its a hell of a lot of fun. The music is fantastic and the best of The Monkees' career. Lots of random cameos and total oddness but if nothing else, its a product of its time.
"Nobody ever lends money to a man with a sense of humor."
I would love to see something like this done with One Direction, Jonas Brothers, and the like. The absolute funniest part of this movie is "No, Micky, I'm the dummy."
For something completely unexpected, look no further than "Head". Don't be fooled by the ridiculous absurdities; the transitions and editing took skill and forethought. I'm now infected by this crazed sixties cinema. I need to re-watch The Graduate and Walkabout. I highly suggest this acid trip of color, grit and groove.