The film is cool, but the end credits are what really makes it great. This is an important artifact from 1969. A snapshot of American society riding one of America's most well-known and heavily trafficked escalators. The footage is reversed, so everyone is going up (like the credits) but facing the camera.
they look the same, but they belong to hundreds of different identifying combinations, baffling any first sight sociological attempt to prescribe who's doing what in the urban beehive. the credits serve as an operatic libretto to an ironically soundless film.
what am i going to be listed as when the credits roll on my escalator to the afterlife? "grad student happy to never watch a movie again"? "grad student sad to have died without seeing all the movies"?
People-watching made easier by the fact that they're all on an escalator and mostly facing you. The detailed cast listing was as amusing as the first half of the film; ex's: "Man Whose Wife Doesn't Understand Him" and "Cleaning Woman, Retired."