I first saw this '71 film in 1987 when I was 22, a year before I'd ever had sex. Watching it was like doing drugs --- as-yet forbidden, unearned insights for the uninitiated. (Sandy and Jonathan both equally lost and clueless, though -- I recognized it then and also just now, after re-viewing on TCM last night. The most illuminating moment, then as now: Jonathan's slideshow (woops! an "accidental" photo of his prepubescent daughter slipped in with all of the "ball-busters" --- the same reason I think D.H. Lawrence is a dick, and ALL of his writing suspect, to this day: his calling an 8-year-old girl a "bitch").