Cannes 2012 Review: On The Road
Are you going some place or just going? I want an escape. I want to just get away and be anywhere but here. But more importantly, I want to belong somewhere. With so much accessibility for the generation’s group of delinquents, it’s refreshing to take a step back and look at how the Beat generation found meaning to life at a time of dark despair. If you have a thirst for adventure and a loose line of morality, you will enjoy all that Walter Salles has to offer in his cinematic interpretation of Jack Kerouac’s novel, On The Road.
Everyone’s a writer. Everyone’s a hipster. Any movie with lots of traveling, drinking, smoking and orgies is my kind of movie. I literally fell in love when Garret Hedlund opened the door butt-naked with Kristen Stewart lying naked in the background. I’m sorry, Twilight completely undervalues Kristen Stewart’s acting capabilities. I don’t know why they had cast her as a virginous vampire lover. She definitely plays a better cracked out lover than anything Kirsten Dunst can do. I mean, it takes a completely different woman to sit naked between two dudes and jack them off simultaneously in a car. Dunst and her little ‘respectable woman’ act doesn’t cut it. Same goes for Elizabeth Moss, who plays a random wife that got dropped off for talking too much.
Clearly, we’re living in a man’s world. The women have no impact at all to the activities the boys indulge themselves in. In fact, there’s more homo-eroticism in this film than there is of Kristen Stewart’s nudity (which is like, a lot). Sam Riley isn’t nearly as messed up as his idol Dean Moriarty (Garret Hedlund), but that’s not what this is about. It’s about how one extreme person can influence you so much with his own madness and inevitable self-destruction that leads you to a breath-through in personal maturity.
Like President Truman says, “We have to cut down at the cost of living.” Whether you like it or not, creative talent results from a degree of suffering that puts one on the brink of insanity. Sal Paradise’s struggle with writing his book provokes the weak stomachs out there and reveals one of the most realistic dramatizations of the creative process to date.