One can easily name off the film's clear progeny: Miike, Otomo, Kitano, Anno, Tsukamoto, Sono, Kurosawa, Yukisada. And it's easy to see why. From its opening moments, its raw, unrestrained, angsty energy is viral - and ultimately, its primary theme. Despite the pedigree it inspired and left in its wake, Crazy Thunder Road is its very own stray and rabid dog, and ultimately a sensation requiring Western rediscovery.
This film keeps growing in my memory. Already wrote about the fascination of the hand camera and the life fragments it captured, about the positions these men take towards society, but i failed to write about how the film conquers spaces these men will never call they own. How it infests the world with punk - because this is one of the greatest things about it.