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.