In 1968, facing your problems, owning up to bad decisions and trying to make better ones was totally uncool. No, the thing to do was abandon everything and hit the road, preferably on motorcycle. Marianne Faithfull certainly looks great doing it. Irresponsibility becomes her. She has two men in her life. She WANTS smoldering university professor Alain Delon, who talks a good game about the philosophy of free love and isn’t shabby at practicing it, but she marries sexy-as-stale-crumpets awkward schoolteacher Roger Mutton because he seems the more sensible choice. Unhappy, she wakes up one morning after a crazy psychedelic dream and, while her nerd husband still snoozes, gives in to her wild side. That means squeezing her nude body into a tight leather riding outfit, hopping on her motorcycle (a wink-wink wedding gift from Delon) and riding to Germany after her true love. More lysergic visions follow along with fantasies, flashbacks and heaps of narration from Faithfull while the camera pans around her face. As a counterculture artifact that’s a little dirty (it was a hit in England at the time), it’s entertaining, a real breeze to watch. It’s full of hot air, but it keeps moving as any motorcycle movie should. Like a lot of classic “youth” films, this was made by director who was in his 50s. It’s Jack Cardiff, notable cinematographer who worked with a roll call of classic English and American directors, including several collaborations with Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger.