For a movie almost without a meaningful beginning or an end (and not much plot in the middle), starring two career musicians among its four one-dimensional main characters, none of whom are given names, this thing sure vibrates with poetry.
I find I've been attracted to films lately that have an absence at their center, and this one sure delivers: everyone here is desperately looking for something they're clearly never going to find, whether it's a perfect car, a perfect run, a perfect story, an undefined (& undefinable) sense of home. The world is messy, people are unpredictable, and there's always more road to cover, always.
Even the main "race" that serves as the plot isn't really all that important. Keeping the asphalt moving under your wheels is the only thing that matters. Everything else is drama, cruft, just more gunk in your carburetor. Keep it clean, and keep it moving, forever, forever, forever.
For a movie almost without a meaningful beginning or an end (and not much plot in the middle), starring two career musicians among its four one-dimensional main characters, none of whom are given names, this thing sure vibrates with poetry.
I find I've been attracted to films lately that have an absence at their center, and this one sure delivers: everyone here is desperately looking for something they're clearly never going to find, whether it's a perfect car, a perfect run, a perfect story, an undefined (& undefinable) sense of home. The world is messy, people are unpredictable, and there's always more road to cover, always.
Even the main "race" that serves as the plot isn't really all that important. Keeping the asphalt moving under your wheels is the only thing that matters. Everything else is drama, cruft, just more gunk in your carburetor. Keep it clean, and keep it moving, forever, forever, forever.
