"detour" is one of those edgy b-noirs which strives to have a decent revolt of social criticism in its time. it's highly predicable, and you just expect the dude to do worse in every turning point of plots. to put it in a complicated way to say would be: fatalistic… More
"detour" is one of those edgy b-noirs which strives to have a decent revolt of social criticism in its time. it's highly predicable, and you just expect the dude to do worse in every turning point of plots. to put it in a complicated way to say would be: fatalistic deterioration has taken its toll in detour as karma has striken our protagonist with a sneering whack over the head. (here i am using big-word to describe a simple idea)...i have no idea to review such an archetypical filmnic genre because every step it takes is a formula for the late-comers to pay his tribute or homage to..
let's aetheticize it:
detour is a cinema-piece which mercilessly lays bare its anti-californianism criticism, and californianism - the stuff that dreams are of - is the target for the director as well as the screenwriter to harshly hit upon. during the decade it was made, detour was a daring social critic channeled through cinema, but later it becomes a feast for cinephiles who celebrate its starky usage of chiascuro cinematophography and neatly potent way of story-tellings.
an inland pianist aspires to hitchhike his ways across several states to reunite with her girlfriend, who leaves him for the opportunities in hollyowod. at the moment he steps into los angeles, south california, he stumbles into a chieseller who has a heart-issue. fate seems to favor playing mischief upon him, the chieseller meets his sudden death and leaves our protagonist in a state of dismay. at the very minute he decides to take over the chieseller's identity, our protagonist just determines his doom for the worse. when he's about to enter hollywood, he picks up a woman on the road, and that woman happens to be the chieseller's female acquitance who threatens to expose his false identity if he chooses not to be her accomplice of crimes. then he's implicated into a series of fraud, blackmails and murder. ...eventually, he doesn't get to be with his precious lover and his trip to los angeles and hollywood fails. he spends his days being haunted by those nightmarish memories on the roads of california until he concedes himself to the highway patrol.
the metaphor is obvious, the dude takes his first detour to california, he meets a posing chiesler. at his second detour to los angeles, the chieseller dies to leave a tough suspicious spot of murder to him. then at his third detour to hollywood, he just has the GOOD LUCK to meet one of the most difficult dames in the world that gives him the ultimate doom. the dame is a symbol to summon up the traces of corruptions in hollywood: mercenary, helplessly alcoholic, a vacant life without bright vision, and a hollywood resident who has no other urge of life except the flamy anguish to squeeze more dough to feed her ways of depravity.
how negative the writer has portrayed southern california, los angeles (city of DEAD angeles who have no wings) and the man-eating hollywood which is piled up with the dead bodies of dreamers. it barrows the early french naturalism from emile zola who is masterful at using the environment atmosphere to render deployments of fates. zola's conclusion of humanity is: we're all products influenced and guided by our environments. detour certainly gives a very good embodiment of such zola-esque notion on humanity.
also, detour could be an experimental noir on the road, and a pioneer for road movies in decades to come.
(ps) the scene i appreciate most about the movie is the shot of the man in the bar, and his face is all covered by shadows while his eyes full of apprenhensions are lightened off by the camera. you see a pair of worrisome eyes starkly illuminating alone in the engulfing surroundings of darkness. what an ominous picture!