I watched this movie incidentally on Spanish TVE, Sunday late at night many years ago, and it planted a disturbing but lasting effect in my mind. Every now and then I look for the film in the internet, or in every TV channel I can get home, but to no avail. I didn't see it from the beginning. I recently saw "Bob, Carol, Ted & Alice", the "established" Paul Mazursky's portrait of that era of free love and "strange" personal and group behavior, later remodeled somewhat into "new age". I still don't know if "Bob..." was ironic in its happy feelings. "Glass Houses" was fully tragic and more accurate I think. French writer Michel Houellebecq has described well the French equivalent to this in his book "Les particules elementales" (don't know the English title, but sure it's very similar).
Review of Glass Houses
