I enjoy the movie for what it is, though I much prefer the stage version.
The most effective production I've seen of Hair was by a small amateur theatre company in Dallas in 1988. It was quite simple in its design, but the staging and choreography of the individual songs was really astounding. For example, the nudity was handled with only two cast members in the following ways:
In What a Piece of Work is Man, as the duet begins, two men drag a body bag onto the stage. The bag unzips from the inside and a beautiful naked man emerges. He goes through slow-motion choreography of the classic male anatomy "poses". Towards the end of the song, he climbs back in the bag, zips it up, and gets dragged off stage.
At the beginning of the Be-In, the music starts and a lone girl appears on stage in a thin white peasant dress. She starts twirling and her dress billows around her. As the lights come up on her, her dress becomes transparent and we see she is nude under the dress.
This was also the first time I heard the song Dead End and it instantly became my favorite song in the show. During Walking in Space, as Sheila sang her solo lines, she was lifted by the torso and passed among tribe as she "walked" levitating across the stage.
And the finale was DEVASTATING. I believe they used lines in the script where Woof, Sheila and Berger are looknig for Claude but can't find him. But they staged the scene in modern day in front of a representation of the Vietnam War Memorial in DC, so the lines of "Where's Claude?" and "I can't find him" were as they searched for his name on the memorial. When they find his name, Claude appears on top of the memorial covered in an army blanket. When he got to "That's me! That's me!", he removed the blanket and revealed his cut hair and a white t-shirt bearing a bloody target and we see him get shot to death as the songs returns to the tribe. The tribe sit on a floor surrounding the lead players and the memorial and sing to each other and THE ENTIRE CAST starts crying when they start Let the Sun Shine In, which then grows and transforms into its usual celebration of life and love. I still get chills when I think about it.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian