Choice is like a mash up of Reefer Madness, If Footmen Tire You… (1971) and any number of those “moral hygiene” shorts from the 1950s, if they’d all been directed by Russ Meyer and featured a cameo by John Wayne.
(By the way: the speeding drunk driver is supposed to represent LBJ, not Teddy Kennedy — Chappaquiddick was still five years away.)
Choice squeezes something to offend everyone — left, right and middle of the road — into its 28 minutes.
