Dir. Milos Forman (1971).
A high-school girl leaves home and vanishes into the East Village hippie vortex, abandoning her clueless parents to essay the counterculture on their own: Milos Forman’s first American movie is the sweetest of generation-gap comedies, as well as laugh-out-loud funny. The scene where epicene Vincent Schiavelli teaches a ballroom full of parents how to smoke a joint rivals Peter Seller’s stoned act in I Love You, Alice B.
Thu., Oct. 8, 8 p.m.; Fri., Oct. 9, 7:30 p.m., 2009