I guess I’d have to say that Interstate 60 and Highway 61 are my favorite road movies. What I like about them is that the main character or characters find themselves in a world that doesn’t seem to involve anyone else. Sure, there are other characters that the main characters interact with, but basically, the story revolves around the person or the people in the car. Roadside Prophets counts, too, even though those were motorcycles. And hell, Doctor Who is kind of a road movie, even though it doesn’t involve roads and it’s not a movie, and it doesn’t always have cars in it.
A good road movie doesn’t have to involve a car, but it usually does. I live in Boston, so I’ve got a burning urge to drive to somewhere along the Pacific Ocean. However, due to obligations I’ve got, I can’t really do that at the moment. I still have road movies, though. Which ones are the best ones?
There’s another road movie where the guys keep talking about going to see “Dom”. Turns out it’s a bottle of buried champagne. But the name escapes me right now.
It inspired a friend and I to bury a bottle of whisky near a remote, but very beautiful lake in Rocky Mountain National park. Details available to anyone interested. It’s been there 30 years now…
“Route 66” TV show of the early 1960s because nothing beats two young guys in a Corvette working odd jobs across the country. Although the best epsiode was where Boris Karloff, Peter Lorre and Lon Chaney Jr play themselves.
For “reality” dig up DVDs of Charles Kuralt “On the Road”
Vanishing Point about a guy who is delivering a Dodge Challenger from Colorado to San Francisco. He’s chased by cops and spiritually supported by a blind black DJ called Super Soul. He also comes across a gorgeous naked female motorcyclist. The actress, ironically, went on to become a big name in costume design.
The other is The Straight Story, about an old man who drives across a state on his lawn mower to visit his brother.
Yes, it was, but three years later he made another very good road movie called The Sugarland Express. It was about a rather dopey minor criminal and his wife, the lovely Goldie Hawn, escaping from an open prison and trying to get to the Mexican border, with half the US police forces in pursuit.
The World’s Fastest Indian
Anthony Hopkins plays New Zealander Burt Munro and his road trip through California to get to the Bonneville salt flats to break a land speed record.
Michael with John Travolta, Andie MacDowell and William Hurt. It was actually the first movie that popped into my head when I heard road movie. What is odd is that I could have sworn that the girl that slept with Michael in the movie was Renée Zellweger, but she isn’t listed in the credits.
