I guess you either have to be really into cars and/or 70s counter-culture philosophy to appreciate Monte Hellman’s snail-paced cult hit. James Taylor and Dennis Wilson are bland cyphers with their amateurish performances, and Laurie Bird is incredibly annoying – only Warren Oates manages some mild entertainment value. Really, and incredibly boring film of long pointless takes and long silences. Maybe I’m just not of “the era” to understand it.