With any luck you have an art house theater giving this film a big screen somewhere near you.
I spent yesterday in NYC with my daughter who came home a little early for Thanksgiving in order to worship me as I turned 50 on Saturday. She said she registered for a freshman seminar on countercultures next semester. I told her we could take a Clash course on the subject at the old Waverly in The Village.
Phony Beatlemania, she learned, has bitten the dust.