Face it-- how could there be an equal sequel to a movie like "American Graffiti"? The answer: there could not be one. Especially, it would seem, "More American Graffiti," a follow-up bursting with asinine visuals and headache-inducing split-screen editing. If this seems like a negative review, think again. The thing is, "More" is not a worthy successor, but it comes as close as any could ever dream of doing. It may seem somewhat pointless given the fact that the futures of all four of the original's main characters are revealed in that film's final moments, but there's just something undeniably fun about this tale of hippies, burnt draft cards, and a suddenly invisible Wolfman. Those of you who have a burning hatred of sequels, stay away from this one-- it will only infuriate you. However, if you want "C-" entertainment so bad you don't care from whence it comes, try "More American Graffiti." Now... baby love, my baby love....
Review of More American Graffiti
