Vanishing Point (1971)

I suppose that's why they call 'em cult films... Hippy-dippy motor-porn has aspirations towards grandeur and meaning but doesn't even come close to fulfilling its promises; instead, we're given endless shots of cars chasing each other. Tries to be laconic and iconic at the same time but merely comes off as lackadaisical; Hal Needham and H.B. Halicki spent their entire careers making films like this, so how come their films aren't hailed as existentialist masterworks?

Grade: D+