This film is, among other things, a road picture, specifically a journey taken by four people through Spain to the French border. And if there is one generalization you can make about a road picture it is that, to be interesting, it has to keep moving. Once the forward momentum stalls out then you can bet your vehicle that boredom will ensue. And sure enough that is what happens to this 1984 offering from the usually good Steven Frears. Once we leave that poor Aussie blighter in his Madrid flat (the best scene in the movie, by far) this film ceases to be a serio/comic journey and becomes a rather tedious philosophical/comic journey replete with dull, repetitive meditations on impending death. If it were not for the considerable acting skills of messers Hurt, Stamp and especially Roth in his film debut it would be well nigh intolerable. As it is it tries patience. I also did not particularly care for the wastage of a fine actor like Rey in an absolutely empty police procedural role. And the flamboyant Flamenco score verges on the noisome. Nice Spanish travelogue cinematography, though. Give it a C plus.