i'm the baby, gotta love me
Opens on a totem of interstate signs displaying a seemingly endless array of possibilities that supposedly exist beyond the confines of a barren, muddy crossroads, before the camera follows our protagonist off a bus and down a road that ends in a detention center. America in a nutshell, all the markers of freedom and none of the routes. Spielberg's New Hollywood riff (that the blockbuster success of Jaws would mute a year later), an elegiac hymn about the confrontation between…
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