One must learn to live. I practice every day. My biggest obstacle is I don't know who I am. I grope blindly. If anyone ever loves me as I am, I may dare at last to look at myself. For me, that possibility is fairly remote.
One of the several popular unconventional films of 1969, a year when the old American myth faced imminent collapse. Its nihilistic undertone challenged the idyllic narrative of traditional Westerns.