It\'s the summer of 1966...
Shawn Levy has a genius.
This is how it\'s always going to be: Smashing clothes, brilliant music, easy sex, eternal youth, the eyes of everybody, everyone\'s first thought, the top of the world, right here, right now: Swinging London.
It bleeds pastel and fuzzy, spicy, paisley and soft.
It pulses.
It echoes.
The city glows.
The fundamental old ways: chastity, rationality, harmony, sobriety, even democracy: blasted to nothing or crumbling under siege.
It\'s the summer of 1966..