there's nothing inherently flawed about this nomadic and potentially life-affirming narrative, but Rosenbaum manages to instill every moment on the road with a sense of shrill conventionality
is so shamelessly cliche, so captivated by nostalgia that one can mistake the film's ignorance for well-intentioned earnestness -- a Dewey Cox story without all the humorous self-reflexivity
is 10 tracks of cliches, dutifully trading in drugs, daddy issues, attempted suicide, gunfights, hotel trashings, regret, artistic and romantic jealousy, betrayal, ecstasy, and tragedy
by Glenn Heath Jr. [Slant Magazine ]
by Sam Kressner [Filmcritic.com ]
