I hadn't even heard of Jon Jost prior to watching this for my class, but now, I'm intrigued to watch the rest of his oeuvre.

On the surface, it's a crime spree/road movie on the same level as Bonnie and Clyde, Badlands, or Natural Born Killers, but the way Jost tells the story, and the techniques he uses, makes it far weirder than those films, a remarkable accomplishment considering each of their stylized aesthetics. Its subtitle is "12 Movements to the Only Conclusion", and that's exactly how it works; acting more like a symphony or a poem than a film, fulling realizing all of the visual and lyric potential of cinema, while only giving the bare bones of a narrative structure.

It's also got the dual layers of mocking both its genre conventions and cinema in general, referenced in the double meaning of its title. It's neither a typical crime film, nor a normal film at all, and it understands this and plays on our expectations of cinema. It's not an easy movie to watch, but it's a great work to analyze.

I didn't even like it that much, but I can't deny its brilliance. It's that bizarre.