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.
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.
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.