And fell head over heels in love with the rather snooty miss who plays Alice. Ach, all that lovely, lovely Victorian hair!
Then, as happens with TV movies, it disappeared from view.
Now I own my own copy. Wicked!
It's every bit as gorgeous as I remember. It's the blissed-out hippy movie to end all blissed-out hippie movies. The drugginess! The melancholia! The costumes! The sitar riffs! The hair!
Did I mention the hair?
And Peter Sellers is in it.
And John Gielgud gets to sing the Lobster Quadrille while prancing along the sea shore with Malcolm Muggeridge (Formerly famous media person and scourge of the permissive society.)
Far out, man!
I've always thought Miller could have been one of the great film directors if only he'd bothered to put his mind to it.