Head - Bob Rafelson (1968)

The Monkees get inside your head with this meandering dog's breakfast of skits, light shows, psychedelics, and (a few) songs. The Monkees are at their most meta, referring repeatedly to their manufactured image and personas. ("The money's in. We're made of tin. We're here to give you more!") Repeatedly the director, the writer (Jack Nicholson, yes that one), the camera people and various back lot sets appear on screen giving us a Brechtian shot in the eye.