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The fundamental flaw with most acid-trip films is that the good parts are nowhere near long enough. Sure, the colorful journey though the infinite and beyond at the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey is great when you’re tripping balls, but what the hell are you supposed to do for the other two hours of the movie? Watch the walls breathe? Outside of lending a guiding hand in your LSD-fueled voyage of self-discovery, you’d think the directors of such films would have the secondary goal of keeping you in your seat for as long as possible (and thus, out of the way of, say, oncoming traffic). So thank Roger Corman—whose 1967 drugsplotation flick The Trip (written by Jack Nicholson and starring Peter Fonda, Bruce Dern, and Dennis Hopper) serves up a healthy dose of optical mind-fuckery during its relatively brief 85-minute-long running time—for helping you keep your brain safely within your skull. Even if your mind is, like, totally expanding, man. The film screens at 7 p.m. at the Library of Congress’ Mary Pickford Theater, 101 Independence Ave. SE. Free. (202) 707-5677. (Matthew Borlik)