Like the man himself, HWY: An American Pastoral is complex and mysterious. He hits the road like Kerouac, wandering, searching for meaning. Morrison's Mustang Cobra cruises the highways of a forgotten America, the unknown lurking behind every rock edifice and cactus that dots his journey. He's almost like Caine in Kung-Fu, except the Asian landscape is now America. Jim Morrison is on the spiritual warpath. To see the mind of the poet at work without his bandmates is a rare gift. Jim and The Doors are/were inseperable, but this little magna carta on freedom shows us his solitary genius and glorious madness. The soundtrack is eerie, unsettling, not quite right. But considering the artist at the heart of the film, I'm not surprised. HWY is very special. Every frame reminds the viewer that there was a man in the late 60's of immense power who dared to search for the unknown, who attempted to shake up America with words and images. He tried to tempt the gods as it were, like Loki, a man on a mission. An American Pastoral is proof.
Download links at Videodrome