Zardoz (1974)
Oh Zardoz, what can be said of you, my stony Prometheus, that hasn't already been said? It's a movie about a giant floating head that hates penises, tells people to kill other people and spits guns out for them to do it. Sean Connery, the leader of the millenarian death cult that worships said idol, has a crisis of faith and climbs up into the mouth were a few people are kept in plastic (I suppose to keep them fresh? Details are a little fuzzy on this one) and confronts his supposed maker. All this in the first 10 minutes. Let me tell you, folks, the futures looking pretty bright, the barbarians are the only ones with guns but no one's wearing that many clothes. It would seem to me that in the 23rd century global warming has made wearing shirts obsolete and forced people to wear tights, catsuits, leotards and little else. I think the stoners refer to this one as a "blaze and gaze." Proceed with caution but still highly recommended.
Our stoney anit-hero on his way to Trader Joes for some Two Buck Chuck.
Our stoney anit-hero on his way to Trader Joes for some Two Buck Chuck.