Both Blake's journey and composer Neil Young's spare, electric guitar score seem endlessly circular; and people are always asking Blake for tobacco.

The landscape outside and the passengers inside become wilder and woollier with every weary mile.

The film's pleasures are simply too elusive and mild to make up for a lack of narrative propulsion.

This trippy black-and-white Western from subversive filmmaker Jim Jarmusch is rich with his characteristic mix of existentialism, outsider anti-heroes, deadpan humor, and avant garde flourishes.