Heilman's heroes remain insulated from us by their own failures to feel. We are part of the world they pass through invisibly -- and so they remain as foreign and opaque as ever.

It came nowhere close to the numbers on Easy Rider, but it is so much more worthwhile as a film. Indeed, I'm going to push my luck and say there has never been a better film about sweaters.

Captures an aura of existential despondence that's married to a far less evocative (and durable) strain of counterculture romantic doom.

An existential take on alienation as well as a study of the American road as a way of life.