Two-Lane Blacktop

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Summary: BEST GEAR HEAD MOVIE OF ALL TIME
Review: This is a very good movie it is a must see

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Summary: bad movie
Review: I am very disappointed. I bought this tape for my boyfriend and I felt like a fool when he put it in the VCR and all you could see was fuzzy lines. First I paid extra for shipping and now I paid for a movie I can't even watch. I hope you will send me a movie that works and also a self stamped package so I can send this defected one back to you.

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Summary: Dennis Wilson Scopes Out the Competition
Review: A good scene has James Taylor, the driver, with Dennis Wilson riding shotgun night cruising a red-necky drive-in looking for a money race. Dennis Wilson is running his mouth assessing the cars they pass, maybe the longest sustained speech in the film. Two long haired guys in a very bad-ass Chevy rumbling in low through some tough country street racers, drawing stares. This movie is worth seeing for scenes like this.

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Summary: 2-Lane Blacktop is more than a great gearhead flick
Review: First of all, the encounter at the gas station involves this question by an admiring attendant: "Small block?" Taylor's response: "Big block". Attendant: "396"? Taylor's glorious response: "454". OH yeah.

I especially like the part where the girl they pick up kisses Warren Oates goodbye. He looks at her and grins, as if to say [but he doesn't -- he only grins] "Hey, I guess I must be pretty cool for you to kiss me like that". After she pulls away to leave his car, she stops and looks at him -- a long, deep look. His grin fades, they share a moment of understanding, then she leaves. Her look said to him "The kiss was for your pain, your loneliness -- I understand". Heavy stuff -- very '60's. Ultimately she leaves Taylor as well, opting for a biker. She looks back to Taylor -- who remins in the diner they had stopped at. What is unsaid speaks volumes about her fear of closeness, and his struggle with the isolation he's chosen for himself.

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Summary: i love JT, but this movie sucks
Review: James Taylor is my favorite artist of all time. I have all his albums and love every song on every one. But, there is a reason he is not a successful actor. The evidence: Two-Lane Blacktop. This is probably the worst movie I have ever seen, and I have seen some bad movies (e.g.--Bubble Boy). I bought this DVD because JT was in it, thinking it couldn't be too bad. I have never watched it all the way through. I can't. Can't stomach it. There is virtually no dialogue, and I have absolutely no idea what the movie is about. This could have been called "Chronicles of the Mute Drifters". Now, I have this movie in my DVD collection and people ask me, "What is that?" And, I say, "Oh, That's a movie James Taylor was in back in the day." And, then they say, "Oh . . . Well, Should we . . ." And, I say, "No. NO! Don't ever watch this movie. Ever. You would be better served picking lint out of your bellybutton or watching paint dry, because this movie is like that, with worse dialogue and less vivid color." But, that is probably the same reaction JT has now, when some random fan mentions this movie and he cringes, before putting his head in his hands, and saying "What was I thinking . . ."

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Summary: All cars and no dialogue make these jacks dull boys
Review: After the opening legal boilerplate flashed by, I sat in vain waiting for the movie to start. What I got was adolescent boys of all ages revving their engines and conversing at a prepubescent level. I tried hard to find a theme -- disaffected youth? looking for America in the 1970's? car culture's impact on American culture? -- but to identify a theme in this movie would be grossly unfair to the thousands of movies that have one. Finally, I rescued the evening by playing a comedy from the golden age of Hollywood so I could be reminded that there was a time when acting ability was a requirement of being an actor. Two-lane Blacktop is the movie of choice when you just came home from oral surgery and want to be lulled into distraction and, finally, sleep. For all others, get a lobotomy or get something else.