It has few human insights, and those of the most obvious kind. But it is not boring. That goes for something.

The attractive but bird-brained German biopic Eight Miles High brings up the question of tone, and it never comes close to answering it. The film's tone is utterly indistinct, beyond fatuous adoration of its subject.

Eight Miles High, based on the memoirs of Uschi Obermaier, wants to be both a tangy piece of Eurosleaze and an overview of one woman's transformations from the heady days of the 1960s onward.

Reminiscent of the Edie Sedgwick biopic “Factory Girl,” “Eight Miles High” is noteworthy only for its ability to name-drop.