The road movie has long since proven itself as one of the great AmerÂiÂcan culÂturÂal forms, not least by capÂturÂing the imagÂiÂnaÂtion of othÂer sociÂeties, no matÂter how disÂtant or difÂferÂent. As New York Times critÂic A.O. Scott declares in the video above, “one of the finest road movies, and perÂhaps the purest of them all, is Monte HellÂman’s Two-Lane BlackÂtop.” In his origÂiÂnal 1971 review of the film, a Roger Ebert described HellÂman as “an AmerÂiÂcan direcÂtor whose work is much prized by the French, who have a knack for findÂing exisÂtenÂtial truths in movies we thought were WestÂerns.” In some sense Two-Lane BlackÂtop is indeed a WestÂern, but HellÂman’s death earÂliÂer this week will prompt many to revisÂit the film and see that it’s also much more — as well as much less.
Two-Lane BlackÂtop ostenÂsiÂbly tells the stoÂry of a cross-counÂtry race from New MexÂiÂco to WashÂingÂton, D.C. In one car, a cusÂtomized 1955 ChevroÂlet 150, are quaÂsi-hipÂpie gearÂheads known only as the DriÂver and the MechanÂic (joined for a stretch by a hitchÂhikÂing Girl). In the othÂer, a brand-new GTO, is a midÂdle-aged man known only as GTO. “The mysÂtiÂcism of this movie is in its absence of mysÂtiÂcism,” says Scott. “It’s so litÂerÂal-mindÂed, so bare-bones, so absurd, and it exposÂes not only the romance of the open road and the car culÂture, but the emptiÂness, the nihilism.” HellÂman, as the New YorkÂer’s Richard Brody puts it in his own video essay, “shears this comÂpoÂsiÂtion down to its exisÂtenÂtial bare bones,” leavÂing not much more in its realÂiÂty than what Ebert calls “misÂcelÂlaÂneous estabÂlishÂments thrown up along the sides of the road to supÂport life: motels, gas staÂtions, hamÂburgÂer stands.”
As stripped-down as its ’55 Chevy, Two-Lane BlackÂtop rolled up in the wake of DenÂnis HopÂper’s Easy RidÂer, whose sucÂcess conÂvinced more than a few stuÂdios that cheapÂly proÂduced, counter-culÂturÂalÂly themed road movies could hit the box-office jackÂpot. Though unsucÂcessÂful upon its iniÂtial release just shy of 50 years ago, the film has only conÂsolÂiÂdatÂed its powÂer since. Some of that powÂer comes from unexÂpectÂed sources, such as the castÂing of singer-songÂwriter James TayÂlor and the Beach Boys’ DenÂnis WilÂson as the DriÂver and the MechanÂic. These musiÂcians, to Brody’s mind, “exert a negÂaÂtive charisÂma: their presÂence is both powÂerÂful and blank, deeply expresÂsive in its neuÂtralÂiÂty.” Scott sees TayÂlor’s turn in parÂticÂuÂlar as occuÂpyÂing “a realm beyond actÂing, in a kind of deadÂpan, stoned, zen state of non-perÂforÂmance.”
As GTO, WarÂren Oates brings all the traÂdiÂtionÂal actÂing chops Two-Lane BlackÂtop requires, shiftÂing between bragÂgadoÂcio, pathos, and a kind of postÂmodÂern posÂturÂing as often as he changes his boldÂly colÂored V‑neck sweaters. “This nameÂless driÂver has bought the James Bond ideÂal of the well-roundÂed man,” writes Kent Jones in his essay on the film for the CriÂteÂriÂon ColÂlecÂtion, “but he preÂfigÂures Woody Allen’s Zelig in the desÂperÂate speed with which he adapts himÂself to every new sitÂuÂaÂtion and pasÂsenÂger.” These tenÂdenÂcies can’t save him on the entropÂic open road, only emphaÂsizÂing as it does what Brody calls “the imposÂsiÂbilÂiÂty of soliÂtude, the tenÂdril-like encroachÂment of the outÂside world.” But then, neiÂther can the mechanÂiÂcal sinÂgle-mindÂedÂness of the DriÂver and MechanÂic. This is the AmerÂiÂcan conÂdiÂtion, but only in that it’s a high-octane disÂtilÂlaÂtion of the human one.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
A Brief HisÂtoÂry of the Great AmerÂiÂcan Road Trip
Rock Stars Who Died Before They Got Old: What They Would Look Like Today
Tom Waits Names 14 of His Favorite Art Films
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
Went to a back-to-back-to-back grind-house showÂing of this movie, VanÂishÂing Point, and BulÂlitt back in the late-70’s. PopÂcorn, marÂiÂjuaÂna, beer and hot-dates were involved…a memÂoÂrable-night!
“ExisÂtenÂtial” meanÂing “nothÂing hapÂpens.” It’s like watchÂing a rock star rev up an engine for two hours.