Twist, shout, and O.D. to the swinging '60s Carnaby Street sounds of John Barry (Composer: "James Bond", "Born Free") while watching the ever soused, brooding, quivering, and perpetually perspiring Oliver Reed ("Assassination Bureau", "Gladiator") cavort with everything from English Elvis wanna-be's (Adam Faith) to trashy French strippers. Throw in a now respected actor who has played The Prince of Darkness, the master of the one ring, and the only man who could beat Jedi Master Yoda in a light-saber fight, Christopher Lee ("Dracula", "Lord Of The Rings" Trilogy, "Star Wars Episode II"), and you have a severe psychedelic plunge into career-killing camp cinema that has somehow morphed into a sick social commentary of the juvenile delinquent mindset.

See the swingin' 60s London underground lounge-lizard cave-club culture where the blitz has turned to boredom, and the kids are most definitely "not all right." These wild hop-headed beat kids will stop at nothing to smoke pot and make out, while showing their up-tight parents of the British Establishment that "cool is its own reward" and brain cells are a dime a dozen.

Get ready to be scared straight (because these could be your kids one day) or just plain scared away from your DVD player when you are subjected to the ups and downs of teenage angst that comes from having a 24 year old stripper for a mother, and a 50 year old gin guzzling architect for a father. And if you think that's bad junior, then you ain't seen nothing yet....