That roadside beers scene always warms me. Director Edgar Wright turned me on to this movie a few years ago by saying it’s a movie he constantly rewatches but never completely understands. I remember being bored to death the first time I saw it, but I am now in conflict over if I love it or just like it. There seems to be some commentary on how masculine bravado corrupts how people see your intentions and sincerity.
A decent example of 70's Hollywood meeting 70's state of mind. Untrammeled characters wondering about, half-baked dialogues about everything and nothing, and an underlying ideology of freedom personified here in grassroots love towards an open road. Is it easy lovable Americana? Indeed! Does it stand out among the rest of the genre in any way? Not really.
this thing works like a zen meditation, an examination of endless searching for the edge of existential through the landscape of americana. but it kinda lose it's steam halfway through (full indonesian review : https://jonijtr.blogspot.co.id/2018/03/filosofi-eksistensi-dalam-adu-balapan.html
(3.5) Very geeky, sparse and often mind-numbingly boring dialogues, yet this film has magic. Maybe it lies in the gaps and emptiness - silent roads, cafeterias and gas stations, the characters that don't stick together, the pointlessness of future plans and dreams. (The egg eating scene was my favorite in the whole film!)
Great road movie with almost documentary style and believable authentic characters but the story is pretty thin as it's all about driving cars through the US and picking up girl hitchhikers for sex. Not every film needs to have Shakespearean dialogue and political manipulations, but this is an acquired taste to be sure.
Hellman films the idea of the road a timeless flat plane of existence an endless horizon a freedom that is separate from society and the settled civilization a freedom outside of the body and the mind the freedom of the wind the film is basically an endless race without a destination and ends with a retelling of Icarus where man is engulfed in a void of ultimate meaningless.
They don’t make’em like they used to – cars and racing movies. Cool, edgy, powerful; detached yet somehow very true. It’s a race of two young guys in an old car on “a masculine power trip” –as The Girl puts it- against an old(er) guy in a flashy new car, the great pathological liar whose only moment of truth is interrupted by a cruel “I don’t wanna hear about it”. Let’s just race: a simple story but with many layers.