The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

I purchased this film somewhere around 6-8 years ago from Movies Unlimited, basing said purchase on The Pink Floyd soundtrack (which, as a teen, I saw in the local Record Bar, w/o any idea about the film) and Mimsy Farmer's role in it. I never watched it ...but then Friday night, Jan.13th,2012,my wife and I watched it. And I thought Mimsy's roles in "Road to Salina" or "Four Flies on Grey Velvet" were wild! If "Midnight Cowboy" won the Best Picture Oscar that year, "More" should've won the Best Foreign Film, hands down!! Early Pink Floyd songs ("relics") include "Cymbaline", "The Nile Song", "Quicksilver", and "Cirrus Minor", very indicative of The Graduate's Journey to Tarturus. Ibiza locations, as well as Paris' Latin Quarter locales, invoke a false exoticism few drug-related films of the era(even "Easy Rider")can boast.I recommend this film to '60's collectors as well as to drug-councelling services. It's certainly not typical or cliché'-ridden as "The Trip" or "Psych-Out", and not moralistic as "Days of Wine nd Roses" or "Go Ask Alice". Really blew my mind.

Great music, but ain't these people PATHETIC?!? A true period piece of The Trippy Sixties, and it left me depressed. The director paints the wrong side of the jetset life and it stings as a hornets nest. If the culture of the time led people to do these things, it appears to me that it was all a journey of no discovery, only despair. I tried, really tried, to like this film, but these people aren't anywhere on my page. Yes, it would be nice to see the world, go away for awhile, but I always plan to come BACK. Drugs aren't the cause of these characters' downfalls, it's their lousy attitudes – these guys passionately drink their cup of poison. They cheapen their lives, and in the end, cheapen the journey that is life. Has romance ever been so dark?Cheers: Interesting scenery. Wonderful soundtrack by Pink Floyd.Caveats: Dated. Drugs. Depressing. Thoroughly unlikable characters; they aren't flower children.Only for the curious, since most packages swoon The Pink Floyd connection. ( Rare Floyd tracks many will have never heard before, as FM ain't what it was. )Rating: Two Stars.

"More" is yet another addition into the countless pile of 60's druggie, trippy junk. Avoid at all cost. Terrible acting, equally moribund script. The only thing to enjoy is Pink Floyd's wonderful soundtrack, which is too good for stereotypical waste like this.

Has there ever been an Angel of Death like MIMSY FARMER in Barbet Schroeder's 1960s heroin opus? Sort of Jean Seberg with a hypodermic. Pink Floyd score. Despite some ultimately insignificant weaknesses, a classic, shamelessly ripped off by Erich Segal/Noel Black for their inept JENNIFER ON MY MIND (1971), although Tippy Walker, playing a similar character, is herself very junkie-appealing in the latter mess. MORE, though, is terrific, a great 60s drug movie and, simply, an important document of its time. Very much a cult film so join the cult.No American movie then, as far as I can remember, charts the same territory. MIMSY's an astonishing archetype, elevating this into mythic realms. Not for the faint-hearted. Great sex scenes too.