I was quite taken in, the Spring of '68 in one of the epicentres of 1960s revolutionary consciousness -- Paris --(safer than Prague). THE DREAMERS was a "must see," even advertised in THE NEW YORK TIMES on line service as story headers.
A man of principle would have walked out. This is the "innocent abroad" who becomes involved in a menage a trois with French sophisticates. Lots of confused young people wondering what they are about showing a lot of skin where a story might have been. Oh, yes, the barracades: in the final scene and some location shooting at the beginning, so for a story set in an interesting time according to the come-on, it was a sandwich made backward.
I was very much alive in 1968. NO ONE wore white socks with dark shoes, and certainly not a young guy from San Diego. Unless you are young and want what passes for psychological study mixed with skin, give THE DREAMERS a miss.
A man of principle would have walked out. This is the "innocent abroad" who becomes involved in a menage a trois with French sophisticates. Lots of confused young people wondering what they are about showing a lot of skin where a story might have been. Oh, yes, the barracades: in the final scene and some location shooting at the beginning, so for a story set in an interesting time according to the come-on, it was a sandwich made backward.
I was very much alive in 1968. NO ONE wore white socks with dark shoes, and certainly not a young guy from San Diego. Unless you are young and want what passes for psychological study mixed with skin, give THE DREAMERS a miss.