“Now there’s a cry full of pain and sorrow”
-Pilot Kelson (After The Gator Boy screams his displeasure at being gawked at like a freak.)
I always do this.
I’m up late at night, a remote click away from dreamtime when I see some unknown flick is about to start. I judge the time, and realize that it’s gonna be on a damn sight longer than I need to be awake but I watch it anyway.
Highway, is a road flick. And I have a weakness for road flicks. Couldn’t tell you why. But this one has all the prerequisites. Sex. Drugs. Disaffected youth. Coming of age at journey’s end.
Yet I still found myself watching until the end. Even writing about afterwards. Maybe it’ll turn out to be like many things that seem like a good idea after a night of booze, a bad idea. For now though, until the buzz wears off, I’m digging what I saw and I reserve the right to be embarassed by it later.
-Groonk
