It's intoxicating journey into one man's cell that spreads no matter how far does he try to reach - and it's beautifully accompanied with wasteland scenery and cold designs of monolithic megalopolis as if it is a reflection of man's own mind. The peak reaches at the end as it manages to break into the darkest corner of soul searching, where late hours and neon lights are just motifs of eulogy that no one's gonna know
Digital restoration. Again, rewatching a movie that i previously saw on film. Deeply inscribed in the mythology of the journey through the physical North-American territory, turns into a journey through the mind and its labyrinthine derivations, geography-mind in concomitant spatiality, which is, basically, a repository of learning moments: to walk, to see / not see, hear, feel. With Robby Müller's "nuit americaine".