So that's what racing for pink slips is. I just thought it was something Keith Mars had picked up from a Springsteen song.
Like a modernist novel of a movie. Actions speak louder than words. Characters speak in sparse tongues that are more about subtext than natural dialogue. Things just sort of happen. People waft in and out of each others' lives. Nameless. Less a person than an idea.
Captures the road trip ethos, the long pauses, milling around at filling stations, your body not used to the stillness, restless to keep on moving. It's an undisputable road classic. Might just come in close behind Easy Rider.
Warren Oates is of course fantastic. Over the top. Guy writing himself out loud to anyone he stumbles across. You might think he's a blowhard, except he seems to make it a point to never talk about himself no matter how many times he starts off on an outlandish story of something he's just done. Not really telling them a thing about himself, not anything that's true. He's just making up his own story out loud. I should see more of his stuff. He's a great anti-hero.
Entirely weird to see James Taylor acting. My roomie says he heard in an interview that Taylor had never even seen the movie. He does seem kind of stilted in it, but it's hard to read how much of that is just the character. Also, back in the day? Stone-cold fox.
Highly recommended.
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