I saw this in college back in 1972 as part of a series of Yoko Ono films. Her movies in general were interesting little experimental works. My fellow film society members were serious about films, and everyone in the theater enjoyed some of Yoko's flicks. This one however drove us all nuts. I clearly remember it as outrageously boring. It eventually pushed everyone in the hall to distraction. No, we weren't a bunch of wahoos there to drink and whoop it up. Sitting still through this thing is unbearable. The only film we ever booked more dull than this one was something from Afghanistan. [Remember that 1972 was long before today's terrorism.] It was obvious that the Afghanistanis had no idea of how to make a film. (They just turned a camera on as a village elder spoke. That may sound interesting but it was not.) Yoko did not have that excuse.
Review of Apotheosis
