there's a lot of cussing. a LOT. i have some serious road rage issues. really, i think we spend the whole 30-40 minutes inventing the backstories for all the idiots on the road that cut me off or hover in my blind spot.
i swear, i develop some sort of psychopathy while driving the commute. normally, i don't fantasize about people dying horrible deaths, but when i see some smug bitch on her cell phone swerving her monolithic suv between lanes or some slick-coiffed prat screaming into his headset as he crunk dances on the brakes of his beamer, i envision fates for them that would make eli roth go fetal. i really REALLY want someone to make a comic-transgressive road rage gore movie. i need the catharsis!
actually, that would be an AWESOME movie idea. Lonely hillbilly old dude gets diagnosed with terminal cancer and decides to leave his bunker and take his giant battered Streamliner RV on one last trip across the American highways he remembered from his youth and see the sights. He hasn't been on the road since the 60s. He leaves the hills and gets stuck in various rush hours on various 405s, and he just fuckin' SNAPS. His RV is full of guns and power tools and samurai swords and carcass-cleaning kit. He gets run off the road or sideswiped or taunted or cut-off or harrassed by the various commuter types: soccer mom; smug investment broker; teens playing hooky in daddy's X5; lexus princess; and of course everyone's favorite -- and the ultimate climax -- the COMMUTER BUS. He gets BUSFUCKED, and the blood FLOWS LIKE MOTOR OIL FROM A 70'S MANUFACTURE FORD. OMG just OMG.
