Take it or leave it, On the Road is a quintessential American novel. There were members of my generation that swore by it as a kind of bible to living, writing and being free. As a matter of fact, I was lucky enough to be in the school Allen Ginsburg was teaching at. I was also lucky enough to get hit on by him in the hallways of said school. Be that as it may, he croaked teaching Whitmans Leaves of Grass before I graduated. It was the “challenger explosion” for my peer group of wannabe beatnicks. Not for me. I wasn’t very much into the beatnick era, alive or dead. Even though I shared space with one and even though I should due to a similar writing, nomadic life. Now with all that bs out of the way I hope you realize I’m qualified to make an assessment on authenticity of people, product, and position — why? I don’t just idolize sh:t for no reason. Why am I writing what I think about idolizing sh:t? Because this film is an idolizers version of an objectively unreadable book. With that being said the performances are better than expected. Kristen Stewart is a cameo considering she get main stage on the poster art. And the dude playing Kerouac pulls it off. Its polished grit made me want it to be grittier. But alas, we cant get gritty anymore with these GenZ flex mongers trying to gloss up everything with claymorphic dilly dallying. Not your fault GenX. Im sure these GenZ Euphoria idolizers wont get three seconds into the film without get lost browsing TikTok. Hey, at least the streaming numbers show the movie is playing. Amirite?

I can't believe I wasted time watching this film. First of all it pips Amy Adams as starring and she's in it for a hot fucking second. It's just packed with completely over written wannabe deep writing as a young man idolises an absolute piece of garbage friend. The whole film is basically about a terrible womaniser who drags his friends and admirers along behind him. Waste of time.

Just found out they, each, met the relatives, children, of the real people their characters were based on. They read un-published writings of their characters.... Basically, immersed themselves in the real characters, then the director told them "we're making a movie from the book, we're not doing the real character's lives." This reminds me of the story behind the production of the series, "Deadwood," where they learned everything they could about the source characters and how they thought and how they talked, then let all of that inform their performances. Wow. Full stop ---------------- this film was special to me. I'd recently learned - was reminded, rather, that I'd suffered from ADD my whole life. I recognized that thread in the characters, or, several of them. And, in real life, birds of a feather.... This was a STORY of people who tried to walk straight but had a broken leg, so, ended up walking in circles, so to speak. The Dexadrine, the behaviors, that was self-medicating, mitigating their dopamine levels, their condition (as a species we're not so great at that... hell, even with Medical Supervision....). Some very sad outcomes. Maybe unforgivable, but, understandable given you understand the condition AT A BASE LEVEL & understand the concept of, "Assortative Mating." (Birds of a feather flock together).

A novel that is very difficult to adapt.

Movie would've been better if that big rig that swerved hit them instead. Pointless movie full of unlikable characters that wraps it all up by going absolutely nowhere.