i love road movies. there is something that appeals to me about transience and detachment. when i'm laid in bed ridden with insomnia, the one thing that guarantees the onset of sleep is imagining myself on the road with all the bare necessities on board whatever inconceivable vehicle i've chosen that night. usually it's a beat-up old american camper truck, and the bare necessities are a trailer with a harley davidson on it...
i've shared too much.
this film put me right there, in that frame of mind. it's insomnia. a nostalgic dream. just real enough to keep you awake. just david lynchie enough to necessitate occasionally pinching yourself to check you haven't slipped under.
didn't say much about the film, did i?