White flour…white flower…white flower power…whitey power!
My dad kept telling about this awesome movie called “Billy Jack”. Only the way he talked about it, I expected a genuinely good movie. He found a copy on VHS and we watched it.
It… was… horrible! Dad was a bit deflated that I didn’t think it was the best thing since ever.
I saw this movie five or six times while it was in the theaters in its first run. It seemed like every date started out with asking the girl what she would like to do and getting the reply "Would you take me to see Billy Jack? That would be so cool!
The same thing had happened a few years earlier when the movie they all wanted to see was Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet