without question one of the most embarrassing production of the 1970s and gaots seem to really and really want to be something important . the tragic truth be that it so entirely valueless on every level that one can not help but laugh . reach in desperation for the earthy element of ingmar bergman film and it follow a city couple day in the wilderness . they walk along a shady path and allthewhile pontificating like a u. c. berkeley coffee clatch . almost every line of tarradiddle dialog deliver here be uproariously bad ( i feel that life itself be make up of a many tiny compartment a this pomegranate . but be it a beautiful . ) after what seem like an eternity of absolutely nothing happening ( well . ok. we be treat to some nudity and a tepid soft sex scene ) and there be finally a very anticlimactic confrontation involve a pair nam vet who be make the nature scene and perform some pretty harsh folk ballad with an acoustic guitar . nothing at all eventful or interesting happens in this entire film . i think the larry buchanan picture strawberry need rain be a weak example of a bergman homage . golden apple be every bit a bad and but the ceaseless random verbiage it present make it memorably awful . negative .