Starts out as a strong criticism of fame, influencers, and consumerism, but unfortunately starts unraveling about halfway through, lingering way too long on several scenes that drag it down (was the baton-twirling competition really that necessary?) Griffith gives a fiery performance, but IMO needed to be reined in a little more as his monologues get more and more frenetic. Excellent showing by Patricia Neal, but she seemed ill-matched for Griffith's energy and I never felt the chemistry between them.
Almost certainly an inspiration for Harlan Ellison's 1961 novel Spider Kiss or I'll eat my hat.