The Hound is too unkind - way too unkind. This, along with Being There, is Hal Ashby's crowning achievement. A poignant blend of comedy and tragedy, it wraps itself around the Sixties and says everything there is to say about the Sexual Revolution, Beverly Hills, and the fate of those who let themselves get caught up in "the scene". The music is right on, the acting superb, and the pacing perfect. Even an accidental bottle that comes rolling, unscripted, out of a garbage can thrown by an angry Warren Beatty adds another gem to the many clusters that make up this movie. Four bones, a kibble treat and a diamond-studded collar.