A self acknowledged 'strange creepy guy' drifts into alcohol fueled despair despite the attentions of several gorgeous women desperate to be with him. By turns a sad tale of self destruction and a tedious account of narcissism. The wait for a really engaging film about the Beats continues. On this occasion the cinematography is the stand out feature. The Big Sur tourist board should buy up the rights straight away.
Bathed in late summer's golden afternoon light on California's Pacific Coast, Michael Polish's tribute to Beat Generation writer Jack Kerouac's last novel "Big Sur" exposes Kerouac's inner-conflict with celebrity and an existential dilemma caught between nostalgia and direction. Towards the end of his career, Kerouac runs on the fumes of his success filling his days at Ferlinghetti's Big Sur cabin with love and fear.
I really struggled to maintain interest with this one. The incessant voice over detracted greatly from many of the actual scenes and it felt like we were being 'shown' everything the whole time without ever getting to see a character decide to DO anything. I was really looking forward to this. Image-wise it seems a little too clean as well. It' a shame as I am both a big Kerouac and Northfork fan. 2 stars
The cinematography is powerful and magic to the extent it overshadows all possible flaws. Haven't noticed any, to be honest, apparently busy with drooling over the redwood and the ocean and fabulous sunbeams coming into the cabin. Yes, Kerouac here is more of a poor dear than of a raving broken sot, but if you're not a word-for-word-adaptation nazi, this film will definitely deliver with its beauty only.