i be not sure if user ought to be allow to review film after only sit through half and but i be afraid i just couldn not stand another minute . if this abject excuse for a film doesn not have the late and great gp spin like a wheel in his grave and then i doubt anything will . the excellent review above not a film for parson fan sum up most of my feeling . how dare a ( second rate ) director and writer attempt something to which theyre so clearly incapable of deliver . what be they think . where to start . the script represent i think i would be get a slice of bittersweet americana . what i get be poorly execute slapstick with no cliché leave unturned . stupid hippy . check . stupid fat cop . check . awful plot contrivance . check . embarrassingly write female character . double check . total disregard for the story which youre try to portray . check . after a while and you realize that what youre watching be a soap and not a very well write one at that . scene with knoxville . scene with ex girlfriend . scene with knoxville which hasn not move on much . scene with ex girlfriend which be a bit like the last one . and so on . the direction represent my friend and i decide and after some consideration and that watch this be like watch a bad episode of quincy and or maybe a particularly poor duke of hazzard . that how bad the direction be . terrible jump cut and awful camera work and clunky in and out to scene . god and it be cringeworthy . and then i discover the director be an irishman who most noteworthy recent work be a really lousy bbc sunday night drama call monarch of the glen ( trust me and it low common denominator tv ) . and then it all make sense . the acting represent be we now so critical that when some random guy from the tv decide to give act a go and if he not so bad and he stink and we applaud his effort . knoxville just about manages to get through every scene . poor christina a. have no such luck . her performance be a car crash ( though what you do with those line and i do not know ) . the hippy in the hearse represent oh dear and oh dear and oh dear . have we not move on since cheech and chong . i could go on and but i think you get my drift . what i would say be that and a other review have mention and no one on this film clearly give a fly damn for the byrd and the fly burrito brother or gram solo work . they know nothing about the american road movie and they certainly give a damn about try to do anything with an admittedly decent story from rock mythology . this film be shallow and fail to explore anything and be jaw droppingly unfunny from begin to . oh wait and i do not quite make the end . and i suggest you stay away too .