This extremely affable western about a couple of outlaws on the run feels like the direct ancestor of your average Marvel movie.
The first ever studio movie from a Black director tells the semi-autobiographical story of its director growing up in 1920s Kansas, and I was actually pretty impressed with it as a movie.
Bikers, the open road, freedom, so many drugs. Who needs any story whatsoever? Well…
It earned an X-rating for its “homosexual frame of reference,” but I mostly found unrelentingly depressing.