08/12/13 Vanishing Point (1971)

If you live in England, road movies can seem a little alien due to the relatively tiny distances from any one point to the next. Crossing a thousand miles of blue sky desert on the scorched two-lane black-top looks fantastic. Going from Winnersh to Dunstable  (54 miles) via the A40 in the drizzle is a reminder that life is unrewarding and pointless.

In this film, a man with hair that looks like a pube-hat, drives a Dodge muscle car across the desert non-stop over a couple of days buzzed on amphetamines, avoiding the roadblocks and pursuing police.

The British equivalent is when you watch 'Police! Camera! Action!' and witness a knackered Corsa screeching through a council estate being chased by a police Astra that ends when the Corsa crashes into  a Tesco Express and the driver is arrested for possession of five aspirin and a bootleg watch.

Bloody hell, Britain's a bit wank.

Anyway, for all it's dated visuals, odd performances, and terrible hair styles, this film still works as a tribute to rebellion. A middle finger to conformity and conservative authority.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067927/
8/10

Croydon - 5 Miles

This guy was (seriously) 32yrs old when this was filmed. Probably some Benjamin Button shit going on.

"Holler back at me, bitches."

Just as well the desert doesn't have corners.

"Look up there, Timmy! I've sellotaped your nan to the chimney"

"Lol"

Keith Lemon. What an unfunny cunt.

The 1971 Desert Olympics: Formal 100 metres.

I may move to the desert.

"Take my urine sample and go in peace, road warrior."

"Thanks, Brenda."

"Come and touch me on the pancakes."

Perkin.