sweet without dipping into saccharine, thoughtful without pretension, and full of characters who turn up for one scene and with their tiniest idiosyncrasies feel like such real people just trying to help each other get by. anchored of course by alvin straight’s patient and incredible determination to complete his midwest odyssey in that odd rig of his. i didn’t know til the end that it was based on a true story and yeah, that got me.

just so lovely all around it makes you ache a little. in the best way.

“it’s a good scream”

so fun and so bleak, god damn. travolta pouring over and over reels of audio recording, making the flip book with the photos, splicing together the camera footage—the physicality of it all feels so far away now and was so engaging. nancy allen just insanely charming. incredible “driving a car through a part of the city where you shouldn’t be driving a car” sequence. the last section locks in so hard. damn.

just because a woman makes a movie about sexual assault doesn't mean there's automatically some grand feminist statement to be celebrated!!!!!!! enough said. real bad. and the more u read/watch what the director had to say about it, the worse it gets!