I liked the book when I was 9 or 10, when this movie came out - I was discovering allegory - but I seem to recall I was bored by the movie and put off by the music, even then. The nature shots are great, but everything is agonizingly too long, too heavy handed, and the Neil Diamond songs are about as grating as a flock of seagulls at 5 in the morning, and more pretentious. This movie is essentially a weak expression of the not-very-deep philosophies of the flower-power generation, and is best relegated to those days long ago when my big sister made tie-died shirts for me.
Review of Jonathan Livingston Seagull
