The Last Detail

The last Detail.

Encompassed in a dystopian remorse, two sailors in perpetual relenting take a boy of 18 to jail where he as one of them will spend the next 8 years of his life for a petty crime that has brought about the wrath of a society unaware of its own state of charity that in their fight for justice cause more harm to innocence than their charitable causes can ever repair. The two sailors, Jack Nicolson (Badass) and Otis Young (mule) consent to this "shit" detail as its predium offers a respite from their mundane living waiting for their orders to come though. Their cargo, a unique and innocent Randy Quaid is imprisoned for attempting to steal 40 dollars from a church charity box,and is duly sentenced, he goes from one encasement to another to another, and in a revealing moment he regales his "best friends" though his life which has up till then been nothing but school and now from institution to institution he has been failed upon,once revealing that his favourite teacher wanted him to become a vet, this tender moment is an attack on America itself giving this young boy a place of education till he can leave to travel through its heartless institutional core. America here is nothing but a promise to the young.

The three travel through the freezing cold of Americas east coast to the Naval penitentiary at Philadelphia never suggestion a start point always hinting at movement that never has a beginning but a defined end for all three, the kid prison, and Badass and Mule are lifers to the core. The beauty of this work is there are no beginnings to it and their journey though the 5 days together are what their lives will be like, the youth of travel and fun to the lost hangovers of their mid twenties to the search and inevitably payment to and for "the pussy" till the bitter end where at the end of their journey they cannot release what they want to and end up being chastised for their lifes work.

An absolutely endearing and always funny account of the lives of men when a catalyst of youth is placed before them. The performances are soft and sublime, a tension of adulthood is softened by redeeming innocence and an obliging smile of youths affection for the simple and majestic moments ot has yet to experience.

A classis of 70's cinema that should be more thought of the an the obvious classics as its touch is lighter but more penetrating in the long run, almost American new wave almost 70's revivalism but never both at once and absolutely effecting.