Two young "hippie" bikers, Wyatt and Billy sell some dope in Southern California, stash their money away in their gas-tank and set off for a trip across America, on their own personal odyssey looking for a way to lead their lives. On the journey they encounter bigotry and hatred from small-town communities who despise and fear their non-conformism. However Wyatt and Billy also discover people attempting 'alternative lifestyles' who are resisting this narrow-mindedness, there is always a question mark over the future survival of these drop-out groups. The gentle hippie community who thank God for 'a place to stand' are living their own unreal dream. The rancher they encounter and his Mexican wife are hard-pushed to make ends meet. Even LSD turns sour when the trip is a bad one. Death comes to seem the only freedom. When they arrive at a diner in a small town, they are insulted by the local rednecks as weirdo degenerates. They are arrested on some minor pretext by the local sheriff and ... Written by
The New Orleans cemetery is St. Louis #1, a Catholic cemetery. They didn't have permission to shoot there, and Catholic audience members were shocked that the church had allowed it. Since then, no other films have been allowed to shoot at St. Louis #1, unless it's a documentary, and you have permission. Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994), Double Jeopardy (1999), and other films since then have all used the Lafayette Cemetery, which is Protestant. See more »
The scene just before Wyatt throws away his watch is a mirror image. The bike appears to be leaning to the right on the kickstand (instead of the left) and his jacket has stripes down the right side but in the rest of the movie they're down the left side. See more »
No, I mean it, you've got a nice place. It's not every man that can live off the land, you know. You do your own thing in your own time. You should be proud.
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I cannot overstate the importance of this movie in my personal
In 1969 I was eighteen and a freshman at Cambridge University. I was
also a near-fundamentalist and a member of the Christian Union. Its
officials decreed that Easy Rider was unsuitable for Christian viewing;
I'd seen some enthusiastic reviews which made me curious. Moral and
spiritual dilemma followed. To view or not to view? I prayed about it -
look, this is a long time ago, right - and decided that if it had been
OK for the Christian Union's leaders to see it, if only to realise it
was morally dubious, then it was OK for me. They hadn't been corrupted,
presumably; the Lord would see that I wasn't either.
So I went and it blew me away. I thought then and think now, that this
is a magnificently perceptive commentary on hippie culture and one that
only the medium of film can deliver. Naive idealism is weighed against
the squalid reality of drugs (and indeed alcohol). Freedom is portrayed
as often aimless, self-indulgent and downright boring. The underlying
morality could be seen as puritanical: a celebration of the free-lovin'
drop-out Sixties it ain't, more a weary end-of-decade critique thereof.
I would have thought there was much to commend it to the Christian
Union moralisers, yet as ever they couldn't see past the surface - drug
abuse, loose women. Yet it has its high moments, in more ways than one,
and is always a treat for the eyes.
My decision to defy the Christian Union by seeing the film was an early
step out of my fundamentalist prison and I haven't stopped walking yet.
No-one's ever going to tell me what I can and can't watch again: nor
will I censor anyone else's viewing. I'm still a believer, but not of
the kind that the Christian Union would have thought will ever go to
heaven. Guess I'll have to live with that.
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