The beat generation. hippie. on the way. Probably the key word for this movie.
Two young people. Images of taut jeans and shirts on the streets were repeated. They are always asking: why are we always running? (Chased?)
They share everything.
Enjoy the infinite joy that young thighs bring to their youth.
The film connects a French-style story and character feelings in the form of a road movie.
Throughout the journey, they lived a carefree communist life—driving the stolen car until the petrol bomb ran out and then grabbing the next one. The partners joined one by one, from the frigid massage girl, to the middle-aged aunt who was released from prison who the two deliberately met in order to escape the indifference, to the son of the middle-aged aunt who committed suicide by inserting a pistol into her pussy, to the Daughter of the owner of the beach house. All the mates lived happily ever after in the car with them and finally got what they were trying to get, brand new.
Frigid girl gets an orgasm.
The middle-aged aunt was cared for and led her to death.
The released son finally takes revenge on the warden who made him commit suicide.
An imprisoned middle-class girl gets her first sex.
If you let go of ethical concepts, you will find that everything is so ritualistic and aesthetic.
The shots are slow and tense, fully exploiting the beauty of the human body and the thrill of movement.
Their lives can be driven until the car runs out of gas, and then they can find another car.
This pattern of behavior has meaning in itself.
Having said that, these three young people are downright homeless.
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