Jack Paterson’s review published on Letterboxd:
It doesn't need to be so long but I can't pinpoint in what way it should or could be shorter as even a moment away would feel like a crime. The curse is that it's not as rewatchable and thus I'll only be able to replicate the pure feeling of beauty, regret, love, and just plain touching aura that this film radiates. First off Harry Dean Stanton is a champ and will get an Oscar someday honorary or not. (Does he have one already? I don't know.) But all the performances are stellar and convincing to a tee. Even the kid. God I love this kid and it's clear and honest how much everyone else loves him too, as any family would feel. The desert mesas and neon lit strips of civilization make for wonderful scenery and the sets, colors, and cinematography stands alongside the works of visual masters like Kubrick or Malick. Sam Shepard's screenplay is simple, epic, hearty, sparse, mystifying, and honest at once like so many of his other works as a writer or actor. Who doesn't love a good road trip?