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Yes, this is an oldie; but the message is true,even now. You don't see movies that show what drugs can lead to very often, and they are almost all unrealistic. Not every pot smoking teen becomes the sex/drug crazed wildchild shown, but I have lost family members to drugs, and this film at least shows some of the TRUE downsides of their use. I also have family members who recovered from drug use, but whether we want to admit it or not, marijuana IS a "gateway" drug. At least LIKE IT IS tackles the fact that it can lead to much worse. Things now are not like they were when this groundbreaker was released, but in some ways they haven't changed. A documentary treatment would surely be a turn-off, so maybe an "edudrama" like this has hope of reaching someone. There should be many more films of this genre - they might get through; nothing else has.

My mother used to work for the city, and we would get free passes to the drive in. When I was about ten or so, we were treated to this movie. I always wanted to know what name of the movie about a teenage girl who takes pot and heads into a whirlpool of sex, lesbianism, hardcore stag reels, and suicide. One of the reasons this movie stayed with me for all these decades is, I remembered seeing characters from the TV series, Room 222, Ta-Tanisha and Judy Strangis (Helen) at a pot party. In fact Strangis introduces the lead to weed which sends our heroine into a whirlpool of sex, lesbianism, hardcore stag reels, and suicide. Yeah, the 70s. I found a copy and the movie didn't disappoint me. Just as trashy a I remembered.

WARNING: MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS! Beads, bongs, bongos, love-ins and the Generation Gap are dished as hokey titillation for jaded non-swingers. Not My Daughter is a weird hybrid of the traditional 'Youth Gone Wild' exposes (from Reefer Madness to 1968's Mary Jane) with misguided hand-wringing liberal sentiment. Our young heroine is blonde, seventeen, and is unhealthily close to her father. She catches him and her stepmother doing the horizontal rhumbah, then has a psychedelic sex dream about her teddy bear. Like most girls her age she wants to "live" - when her wayward friend introduces her to pot, she takes her first drag and squeals, `Ooh! Far out!' Her new-found hipness gravitates her towards the student "in" crowd, and soon she's smoking pot every day and having sex with a hair freak called Monk, while her father keeps checking her eyes to see if she's `high, or whatever they call it". Sick of her square Daddy-O spoiling her action, she runs away from home, gets into pills and free love, then finds herself in trouble when Monk is busted for possession. Daddy won't cough up his bail, so she answers a casting call for a lesbian `art" film (`Show Miss Beverley your boobies"). Meanwhile her father and his middle-aged football cronies settle down in Squaresville to watch a stag film ... The end credits say `Like It Is!" A heartwrenching lesson in moral decay, and a genuine plea for understanding. Thus endeth the lesson.