JLBats
The boney king of nowhere
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Okay, okay, I think I just found THAT film.
I'm sure a few of you have such a film. One where, the first time you watched it, it was like somebody'd hooked suction cups up to your brain and was stealing the contents and throwing them up on screen for the world.
Well, yeah, I just found that film for me.
I started watching it and, despite the shoddy production values and occasional lame, cheesy B-Movieness of the thing, I was just riveted, and I found myself going "Holy ****. This is that movie that's been playing on repeat in my head for 16 years." To be honest, it reminded me of a stripped down, more grounded David Lynch predescessor.
The thing is just perfect for me, all fedoras and murder and jazz and lurid subject matter and lousy diners and dreamscapes. One of my favourite things was that, at several points in the film, Al's voiceover almost begs you to believe his insane, rambling tale of fate gone terribly wrong. But can you really believe it? Or is it all too convenient to be what really happened?
Cheap, sleezy and in semi-bad taste, Detour is not for everyone, and I suspect a few people will react quite viscerally to how shoddy and thrown together it feels. Others will see it for the bizarre, elegiac, twilight masterpiece of a fever dream it really is.
Thank God I happen to be in the "Others" category.
I'm sure a few of you have such a film. One where, the first time you watched it, it was like somebody'd hooked suction cups up to your brain and was stealing the contents and throwing them up on screen for the world.
Well, yeah, I just found that film for me.
I started watching it and, despite the shoddy production values and occasional lame, cheesy B-Movieness of the thing, I was just riveted, and I found myself going "Holy ****. This is that movie that's been playing on repeat in my head for 16 years." To be honest, it reminded me of a stripped down, more grounded David Lynch predescessor.
The thing is just perfect for me, all fedoras and murder and jazz and lurid subject matter and lousy diners and dreamscapes. One of my favourite things was that, at several points in the film, Al's voiceover almost begs you to believe his insane, rambling tale of fate gone terribly wrong. But can you really believe it? Or is it all too convenient to be what really happened?
Cheap, sleezy and in semi-bad taste, Detour is not for everyone, and I suspect a few people will react quite viscerally to how shoddy and thrown together it feels. Others will see it for the bizarre, elegiac, twilight masterpiece of a fever dream it really is.
Thank God I happen to be in the "Others" category.
