But the Pranksters were lousy moviemakers; the footage was chaotic, out of focus and all but impossible to edit. It ended up moldering in rusty cans on Kesey’s Oregon farm. Still, we saw the film another way, by reading “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test,” Mr. Wolfe’s still-dazzling retelling.
And now — hold on — with that merry band long dispersed or dead, the amazing moment has arrived after all. “Magic Trip,” a new documentary by Alex Gibney and Alison Ellwood, rescues the old footage, and Kesey’s vision, through a miracle of digital restoration and editing.
To which we can only say: Whoa! How often does that happen? A book gets its own corroborative video, 40-some years late. The same indelible images, the word made fleshy. Here’s Kesey in his prime, his legendary charisma made obvious. There’s Neal Cassady, hopped-up at the wheel, and, man, he won’t shut up. And there are those other young men and the women they loved, ogled, chased and ignored. There’s Stark Naked at Larry McMurtry’s house, tripping badly. Here’s Generally Famished, pregnant and tired and mostly not acting like an idiot. The whole story of what free love was like for women in the prefeminist ’60s is captured in her weary, wary eyes.
Nearly 50 years on, the film shows why squares in shiny shoes thought the Pranksters were ninnies. It helps explain why the ’60s were necessary, if not always interesting. And it only deepens our admiration for Mr. Wolfe, who married a wild imagination to a writer’s discipline, and got his raw material into shape. In 1968.
@'NYT'
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