You wanna order some toast? This is how you order some fuckin toast! Small scene, but well done. And teaches you a lot about how to order off-menu items. While there are a couple other light-hearted moments, this film overall is mostly just a serious kinda drama of life being life, and decisions on it being made. Usually kinda poorly.
Bobby just doin the oil rig thing, workin’ hard and playin’ loose! His girl is kind of a pistol, and about as bright as a cock-wobbly bowling ball. He don’t seem to be too committed to his girl or even his friends. After visiting his sister, we see he ain’t really an oil rigger either. And with family history and obligations needing to be met, it’s kind of the opportunity for him to, I dunno, not be such a morose angsty dick?
It’s funny, they even had angry lesbians back in 1970! I do hear Alaska is clean this time of year, though. (Haha, sheesh.) But this overall is Bobby’s life choices playing out in front of us, exposed to all. Jack Nicholson does a great job as the somewhat apathetic son, drifting. It’s a good character study, of not exactly the best of people. Not the worst, but, yeah. Karen Black is great too as his doting but kinda simple waitress girlfriend in juxtaposition with his family life, it is kinda fucked up. Why? You have a pretty good idea by the time the credits roll. But despite the time that’s passed since this got made, I can still see how many of the same themes and concerns are relevant even in today’s day and age. Low-key, with Nicholson keeping it interesting enough for the kinda slow early 70s ride it is.
