A scatty, impressionistic and altogether too besotted love letter to the Beat sensibility, inspired by one of Neal Cassady's rambling, speed-driven missives to Jack Kerouac. It opens in cool black and white, with Neal (Thomas Jane) careening around his
ratty room, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee and listening to jazz. He finally settles at the typewriter, and the story of how he and suicidal beauty Joan (Claire Forlani) didn't live happily ever after begins. It's a beautifully photographed and utterly artificial evocation of the Beat mythos, in
which men yearn to be free of society's stifling expectations and women -- no matter how liberated they may seem -- we...