Young writer Sal Paradise has his life shaken by the arrival of free-spirited Dean Moriarty and his girl, Marylou. As they travel across the country, they encounter a mix of people who each impact their journey indelibly.
Shaken by the death of his father and discouraged by his stalled career, writer Sal Paradise goes on a road trip hoping for inspiration. While traveling, he is befriended by charismatic and fearless Dean Moriarty and Moriarty's free-spirited and seductive young wife, Marylou. Traveling across the American southwest together, they strive to break from conformity and and search the unknown, and their decisions change the very course of their lives.Written by
The film was re-edited for North American release following its premiere at the Cannes Film Festival and its French theatrical release because, according to director Walter Salles, that version was "rushed". The new cut is thirteen minutes shorter but contains more scenes and Salles says he has no preference between the two. See more »
A Hundred cigarette butts, whiskey and a vibrating camera don't equal art
This movie was supposedly made to illustrate Kerouac's novel but I will comment only on the movie. There is one comment on the message board made by gadjoproject which I find extremely compelling. Swl1019 makes a strong case also.I am not going to judge the content of Kerouac's novel, but swl is right. Who wants to watch a 100 minutes couple of guys riding in a car? In depends on what they do, or talk about, I guess. The problem is that these guys here just wander about. There's nothing interesting happening on the screen, narration wise. I've never seen a longer slide show of backs of heads in my life. So they threw about 25 sitting in front of the typewriter sipping whiskey scenes in, about 100 smoking expertly squinting while contemplating the endless mystery of the road and then nothing happens scenes, and some nudity, of course. The few times where Sal associates with the common man are lifeless and simplistic. The problem with novels made to movie is that if they're not done by somebody with vision, they can ruin the image you as reader had created in your mind while reading the book. That's the beauty of a book as opposed to a movie, the book creates intimate, personal images in your mind while movies are made by somebody else. If that somebody happens to misunderstand or filter the information differently you get "On The Road", a slide show of cigarette butts put out in a pretentious, diluted and hollow account of who cares. In all fairness I'm not going to ask for my whole two hours back, because with the complicity of the script, I was able to doze off at least 5 times.
Only plus: Garrett Hedlund's performance.
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