This anti-drug sermon has a with-it looking 18-year-old heroine but the viewpoint is ever so middle-aged. Cousin Carolyn is involved with an undesirable boy (he's not in the service or in college so what does he do?) and probably also with grass (""she's showing all the classic symptoms"") and Toni, doubtless the most naive teenager in the United States, is enlisted to do some intrafamilial narco work ""before it gets to be a police matter."" The ethics of everyone involved, whether drug pushing hippies or law-and-order adults, are pretty unsavory, the clues are misleading and even the props -- hot rod magazines and Zen for Beginners -- strike a false note. Faced with Toni's spying it's no wonder that Carolyn doesn't trust anyone, and the moral -- some kids are born that way, ""it's just a flaw in them"" -- is a cop out. From any angle, it's a bad scene.