What happened to a vivacious, talented director who could in 1968 co-write, direct and edit this movie for $40,000 yet 30 years later made Mission: Impossible? With this, his third film, he was well entrenched in an underground style of low budget works with an element of humour and a vigour that was exciting in its own right, not for what it gorily displayed. In other words they were movies inspired by but not copying other directors. His cast here is fresh and in tune with his anarchy. He uses the story of a draft-dodger with an ingenious line in excuses to present a portrait of late-60s society.