BMW Hits the Spanish Turnpike with Jack Kerouac
Feels a little Moulin Rouge-ish. You know, with the fast-paced prose and the music, the random intrusions of hitchhiking bands and too many cars and, at some point, a horse. (The pressie calls it "vibrating and action-packed." Which sounds a lot like an ad for a very expensive sex toy, actually.) I didn't like it at first, but after five or six watches I found it almost breathtaking.
Voice-over text from On the Road is below.
And so I shambled after, as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'
Thank you, Kerouac.