Easy Rider ★★★★

Take two:

If there’s anything to be taken away from Easy Rider, one of the most famous movies of the 1960s, it’s this: America is fucking vast, staggeringly naturally beautiful, and a place it ain’t too hard for a person to get lost in if you want to get lost. Even in the opening third of the movie, when Wyatt and Billy get stoned and commune with the land or whatever the hell, Kovács is there shooting a vista or long stretch of road to keep the eye arrested. And then the fellas stumble on Jack Nicholson in a New Mexico jail, and suddenly the movie comes alive and actually starts to take on the meaning all those darn hippies ascribed to it lo those many years ago. While it’s definitely slower than one would like (even after Nicholson’s amazing supporting turn) and the soundtrack is more distracting than anything else due to overfamiliarity with rock songs on soundtracks, there’s still a definite trippy charm to all of this and the ending really kicks you in the nards after all this time. One imagines if this movie had been made a decade later, instead of saying “we blew it”, Wyatt would be saying “ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?”