Jessica Harper and Veronica Cartwright

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It was billed as “a degenerate film with dignity.”

One room. Five actors.

Inserts was the ultimate expression of the personal, passionate film-making era when the counter-culture became the youth culture, which in turn simply became the culture.

And then Nixon resigned, and the wind was gone from the sails of the revolution. Saintly Jimmy Carter was elected, and the flower children bought three-piece suits to begin their careers as stockbrokers. The hippie era became a Pepsi commercial, and then faded into nostalgia.

But it was a heady experience to live through those times, when the rules changed so fast that it was impossible to keep up. As ol’ Chuck Dickens said of another revolution, it was the best and worst of times, and it brought out the best and worst of movies.

Much more (probably too much more) after the break …

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