Early on I had a pretty good inkling that The Rambler (Dermot Mulroney) of our story was traveling the road to Hell and just didn't know it yet. The film is a series of nightmare visions, recurring static and distorted feedback that links a series of events in the Rambler's misadventures, and even though it seems like he's roaming half the country, he has a way of winding up in the same place and running into the same people, many times getting the crap beat out of him just because he takes things on a dare. The story dynamics turn for the worse in the latter part of the picture when a disjointed road movie turns into full on horror, and some of it is just plain disgusting, with scenes of gory mutilation and a cab driver who can't get enough of the original "Frankenstein" while harboring a penchant for necrophilia. If you're paying attention, The Rambler himself offers the best hint as to what's going on as the film reaches it's finale. If it didn't occur to you throughout the picture, the guy finally nails it when he says "I'm dead".
Review of The Rambler
