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Fantastic!

The acting in this movie is really good.

A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

I first watched this film on TBS in about 1988 after classes while in college. I remember being mesmerized and when it was listed to come on again I had a fresh VHS tape and recorded it. I watched it over and over. It is very simply- The. Best. Movie. Ever. Made.

"Two Lane Blacktop" is like a porno movie without the sex.You do see a lot of driving but none of it is interesting. Characters wander around, encounter each other, hint that they might race or have raced or will race. When a race at last happens, it lasts for about three seconds, and the movie doesn't think to tell you who won. The tedium is underscored by a shot inside one of the racing vehicles, where we see that the female passenger is asleep.James Taylor does make an intriguing screen presence, if not a very capable actor. Dennis Wilson is neither. Warren Oates is the only real "character", though the movie has a frustrating habit of never really showing you anything completely; when Oates says the other two have been following him trying to race him, you never find out if this is actually true.The female passenger I suppose does create some kind of tension between the characters, though of course it amounts to nothing.For an ultimate gear head movie, the two musicians turned actors seem to find no source of excitement or stimulation in the cars they drive or the possibility of driving them faster. They sleepwalk through the movie, and you'll probably sleepwalk out of it.

This is a totally amateur movie, like it was made by high school kids in first year film class. Whereas, perhaps, some existential meaning could be taken from Easy Rider & Vanishing Point, this mess seems to be totally ad-libbed, like they just decided to go to New Mexico, shoot some footage & then splice scenes together. It feels like a home movie. It's as uninspired as the paint job on the car.There are few shots of the countryside. Most of the scenes were filmed in the car, in gas stations & diners and at night.Characters come & go adding nothing to the story. We never learn anything about them, not even their names.There is very little dialog. The main topic of conversation, when there is any, is the car. Dennis Wilson must have checked those points and carburetors about a dozen times. The 'actors' stare blankly into space most of the time. James Taylor has the charisma of a floor jack. It's no wonder he kept his day job.Heck, they even forgot to finish the race.If there is a deep meaning to this flick, it seems to be to always keep your engine properly timed.Give it a try, but don't expect much. This film literally has the soul of a shop manual.

An almost slow motion, blow by blow account of three men in two muscle cars racing from the southwest to D.C. for pink slips.Sparse, tacit, stark and entirely denouement - a perfect depiction of America at that time in history.Brilliant depiction of early post-industrial America; its ennui and dull disillusionment: Two hugely powerful cars in a half-hearted race to an ambiguous finish line. Going nowhere fast.The action is sparse, dialog very spare, and rural pre-interstate America drifts past in dull, desolate splendor.Three of the characters almost never speak, and the fourth almost entirely tells lies.There is no resolution. No goals are accomplished. The film even abandons the race. No one changes or gains insight. It's a perfect film.Only technically a "car movie" because it takes place in cars. The characters could be walking, or on bicycles, or sitting in a bar playing cards.I'm a wicked car nut, and this had been on my list for forty years. And now that I've seen it, the fact that it isn't a rip-snortin' action thriller, but a quiet character study is all good. Actually glad I didn't see it when I was nine years-old (when it came out...) this film deserves to be viewed with insight I didn't possess until my 20s or 30s.Funny - when I heard the Doors song playing, I mused - "Probably why the film was in the can for so long. In my thoughts blamed Manzerak. But it was Morrison's estate that kept it unavailable until 2007. Figures...