Happy- JF Pryor

Happy, aka Brady Van Iten, has the extreme luxury of not caring. Sure, there's nature, abundance of pot, a beautiful lady,  freedom, a flock of followers, the promise of a reunion concert, and living the universal dream of peace, love and harmony. Yeah that all exists. So. Behind all of that is security in the form of the hefty Van Iten bankroll. It is easy to push away what you know exists, and it's the ultimate finger up to all that security to turn your back on it ("Well, maybe I'll keep the plastic, man.") and get in touch with your spiritual self....avoid work and glide through life.

That security reads as strength and it's only natural that people should flock. If it feels like chicken and smells like chicken then........Don't be so sure. Deep in the Happy-head is a firmly ensconced ego that has little room for questioning, quieting, and a zero tolerance policy on competition. It is Happy's place atop the hippie heap, and it's his inability to let that go which leads he and his freedom followers to "meat" their demise.

ON PLAYING HAPPY: "There was full frontal pleasure in playing a liberal militant. Everything remained floating and blissful until I was challenged...then the high evaporated and the incense was snuffed and out came the 'Hippy-dick.' The way that Fritz and Boyd paced the dialogue in conjunction with Hunter's 'stylized freedom' in direction, made it such a liberating flow. One scene, in particular for me, just kicked mighty ass. In the gas station/ food store, with the neo nazi "Dick" behind the counter...being Happy was never such good fun."