Bad mood rising. When I was a teenager, I hitch-hiked back and forth across America in the 1970's and sometimes met people like this. Or worse. Some amazing people and some old perverts who wanted to get in my pants. People who picked me up back East were nice. In California only the craziest wierdos picked me up. In between was a grab bag. Arkansas was the most depressing but I didn't go through Montana fortunately.
A central document of our times. Jost cinema-thinks blocks of time. He reels from enacted audio-visual concept to enacted audio-visual concept w/ freewheeling dexterity. His music, his dialogue, and his long takes, covering a small number of set-pieces w/ total originality and conviction, are holy honk-tonk counter-gospel. Tom Blair erupts with dis-ease while attempting with all his might to project an American ease.
Una genial escena: 2 amantes furtivos teniendo sexo en un cuarto tras una larga secuencia. De pronto, de forma abrupta, se diluye auna siguiente secuencia. La noche ya no lo es y ya es otro día. Jon Jost es provocador al momento de estructurar su modo narrativo. Al principio casi un documental. Un vago demente pensando a voz alta. Secuencias de su peregrinación, cortes de música country; la radiografía de un demente.