Occasionally there is a tendency to glamourize what has nothing to do with glamour. It happened with the Beat - a movement which in its core is about white men abusing their privileged lives doing drugs and fucking women. Suffice it to say that the Kerouac book was bad enough already.
A failed adaption. The only thing I like is every actors and actresses are beautiful (except Kirsten Dunst is too old for the role). Garrett Hedlund had nothing to do except showing his body (and he had only one T-shirt to wear). In the middle of this mess, I think Kristen Stewart is the best.
I'm giving it four stars not because it was necessarily a great film, if that were the case than it would be deserving of three stars. I'm giving it four stars because it is one of the truer novel to film adaptations out there. The film is true to Kerouac's work and is depicted accurately so. I think some time was spent in places where it would have been better otherwise, but the film was very well cast. A good job.
I didn't mind On the Road but I didn't love it either, probably because I haven't read the book in 15 years, don't remember most of what happened and am not sure if I should like or dislike it. The photography was gorgeous and the acting wasn't bad. I don't remember if the characters were initially this unlikable but some of them took a lot of energy out of me. Don't go through too much trouble to see or avoid it.
It has really nice photography and good acting for the most part but I didn´t like it: The characters are obnoxious, the plot has a repetitive formula, the drama its sort of underdeveloped and it uses pseudo-philosophical bullshit and cheap poetry to glorify licentiousness. I didn´t saw nothing deep or reflexive: Just a bunch of pretentious pseudo-rebels on a trip having sex, drinking, smoking and getting high.
Not a bad start but the rest is fairly boring and doesn't feel ''beat'' enough. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't a film about On the Road. It's like watching a film about beatniks who read Kerouac and the beats and want to be beats too now. Hard to believe that this is supposed to be the real On the Road. People who don't know enough about the beats making a film. They couldn't even get Kerouac's eye colour right.
Sincerely postpositive adaptation of specific feelings in a specific historical transition: obsolescence in pursuit of the greenest adolescence:—the rage of the post-war White Male discovering his inferiority to all things. Though none of this is evident. The movie is piss.