A thought I had during this film: It seems to me that in all car movies (insofar as that is a coherent genre), cars functions as extensions of the body. I feel like there is inherently radical potential in that idea. I'm not convinced that this film fully acts on that potential, but it doesn't really have to. Really the best of its genre that I have seen. Echoes of Easy Rider, but lest insular and more populist.
Sparse and distinctive. Not much goes on here, only three drifters driving a car on a road to nowhere - a looseness to the film and its plot that's appealing and striking. A sort of freedom and 'we'll do as we please' rebellion. It's existential and I love it... mad, slow pace and all.