A neglected wife brings her children to a San Francisco Children's Festival while her husband carries out an affair while on a "photo trip." Leaving the festival she and her children are run over by an Oldsmobile, driven by the female doll her husband so loving strokes in the opening scenes.
Apparently this film was instigated when the Children's Festival approached Kuchar; we end up with this typical piece of self-lacerating melodrama instead. There is a very strange quality to the films Kuchar was making in the 1970s; it's almost like the free-associative elements are working at the service of some kind of hidden equation. Like Kuchar has some strange internal calculus in which all he needed to do was enter the words "children's festival" and the rest -- the pop songs, the sequences of objects in close-up, the wall paper patterns -- just slides inexorably into place, like a nightclub piano players hands, sliding along the chords that are by now second nature.
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