By J.R. Taylor
Updated December 16, 1994 at 05:00 AM EST

Despite a budget so low that the producers could afford only the husband from Rhoda (David Groh) as their token ’70s icon, The Stoned Age still has a fatalistic sprawl and general amorality that honestly captures the spirit of the decade. This tale of two stoners trying to get lucky doesn’t really work as drama or comedy, but the movie finds its own bizarre niche as a tribute to the power of the young and stupid. And the final absurd authenticity of grainy Blue Oyster Cult concert footage takes this blaring little film past Wayne’s World territory and safely into the more respectable realm of Dazed and Confused. B

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