The work of Jack Kerouac reads very much like something almost impossible to adapt into a decent movie and director Walter Salles reinforces this idea by making this disappointing, and disappointingly dull, film based on Kerouac's most famous work. The script doesn't work, lacking both the poetic nature of the source and any cinematic style, and the cast seem to know they're stuck in something problematic.
Haven't read the book, and I don't want to. One of the pillars of this film is the moral norms of its characters, how by rejecting many societal norms they still need to have some, so they can be there for one another. A dominant sociopath in a group makes relationships messier. And more painful.
leaves you wondering if this technological world was realy worth it for the experiences they had. or were their experiences just not allowed anymore cause of laws and reality in politics and opinions of the social way of being? gives me that feeling i get when i stayed up late in the suburbs where my friends grew up. we waited for the sun to rise. went out into the fresh air. it was different in the morning. b4 fones
saw it a few years ago. came to conclusion the only way to do this book filmed is to reinvent the documentary-form to achieve it - collage, poetry, era footage, photo stills, interview's mixed with reenactment drama; but not this. the film fails terribly. its boring for a start and does not capture any of the atmosphere of the book. and for me Hedlund's Cassady lacks the power, charisma and loneliness of the man.