She continued to frown as she filled Bony's cup and added brandy to her own.

Hyperbole soars too high, or creeps too low, Exceeds the truth, things wonderful to shew.]

Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.

Both products of Hollywood’s youth boom of the late ’60s, “Woodstock” and “Zabriskie Point” begin in the same cultural moment and head off in completely different directions: “Woodstock” toward a mythification of the recent past, “Zabriskie” toward a nameless dread of the near future.