So a few weeks ago I was over at a friend’s family farm branding cattle, which is a story I may yet save for another time.  Well we all got to talking about the worst movies ever made and I remembered this little gem that was made by Jack Nicholson and none other than…  YES!!!  The Monkees!!!  And this little love child’s name?  That would be Head...

So I decided to write up this little review.    Are you ready?  Ok here we go!

Potato chip dreams crushed under the weight of our lost innocence with speaker noise.  The hopeful glass bullet went to the ocean of mustard...

and partook of the native dish of thumb tack.  While the omelets crafted war one nation spent the night on the back of the dragon being chased by the repo men who take back gum.  Then one fine day the vanadium armed goblin danced to a happy nation after celebrating the cookie that was Oreo.

The cheese pie was eaten on the full moon with the glitter.  And then finally the blank disk with dandruff played the jug to the other piece of the island.

And now you all know what it is like to watch the movie Head.  Well, at the very least that's what I was able to gather from it.  It's a pretty good show I guess, but not for everyone.  Trust me I don’t think your minds can handle it.