Stoned on the story's '60s-sex-bomb potential, Bornhak piles on the sex and forgets the bomb; the result is unaffecting filmmaking, as slack-jawed and superficial as its subject.
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Deliciously dumb, reasonably well-made.
German supermodel Uschi Obermaier slept with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, and all we get is this lousy biopic.
Chicago Tribune by Michael Phillips
The film's tone is utterly indistinct, beyond fatuous adoration of its subject.
The New York Times by Nathan Lee
Like most flower-power nostalgia trips, Eight Miles High has the irksome effect of reminding the audience -- whether too young or too square -- that it missed out on the grooviest moment in history, man. But as these things go, this one goes with flair.
Chicago Sun-Times by Roger Ebert
The movie presents the surfaces of Obermaier's life but never lets us understand who she was.
One long tease -- not in a voyeuristic sense, since its heroine, as nakedly incarnated by pouty Polish sexpot Natalia Avelon, hides none of her obvious talents under a bushel.
Has little to offer beyond titillation and pretty landscapes.