I watched Two-Lane Blacktop last night. It's probably been 30 years since I last saw it. My wife thought it was stupid but I liked it. I can't say that I'm some snooty existentialist that saw all the metaphors and "beauty of its rawness" but I could relate to it and understood its minimalism as far as dialog. It was real life. But mostly I liked the 55 Chevy. That car was badass.
But mostly I liked the 55 Chevy. That car was badass.
It was indeed. One of the recent Mecum re-re-re-re-broadcasts on HD Theater had a remarkably similar car on the auction block. The booth guys commented on how much it resembled the movie car.
I saw Two-Lane Blacktop in the theater during its initial run. Sometime within the last year or so I did watch a few minutes of it while channel-surfing, but otherwise I've not seen it since it came out. May have to remedy that.
This movie makes me appreciate James Taylor as a singer/songwriter not an actor.
Never seen either movie.
"I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark." -S. Hawking
The Chevy rocks, sliding plexi windows and quick change rear end. Warren Oates is hoot. James Taylor stares off into space for much of the movie, probably trying to remember the 4-speed shift pattern and Dennis Wilson worries about the jets a lot.