I just finished watching The Scenic Route (1978)- the first time I'd seen it since 2010. I checked IMDB and was ashamed to see there was just one review for this film. I'd always recalled the film with fondness, although I could never remember why I loved it in my first watch. Several years after seeing the movie I came across the First Choice's 'Doctor love' song and the deadpan dance scene from this film was playing in my mind.

Let's start with my favourite aspects about this movie: The 3 actors all did a fine job, and it is an interesting story Mark Rappaport tells us here. Some of his films struggle in terms of credible character development, but here he certainly delivers in that area. It is a melodramatic movie, but it's never depressing. I would almost call it a bittersweet feel-good film. Also, I think Rappaport succeeded in giving us a very aesthetic, sometimes wondrous, and strangely philosophical take on human emotions. While the great heart of this film lies in its characterization, it's catapulted into greatness because of Rappaport's quiet touch. In nearly every one of his films the director is obsessed with the awkward silences that make up nearly every relationship. He's much more revealing with the silences here, fleshing out character development supported by fine acting.

There isn't much of a plot for sure, but Rappaport more than compensates for this fact by creating three distinct characters that manage to be real without resorting to cheap sentiment. I'm happy that he gets the careful balance between static ugliness and a subtext of natural warmth just right. He was never much of a guy to dip in the mainstream and his best film might be this one, a miniature masterpiece that is underrated when compared to other Indie films.

The film, essentially a love triangle, is also thankfully kept brief, becoming genuinely meaningful and moving as a result. One of the finest Indie films paired with really good dialogue and performances. I highly recommend it to the fans of Wim van der Linden, Angela Schanelec, Guy Gilles, James Fotopoulos, Jon Jost, Eric Rohmer, Jean-Charles Fitoussi, Tomás Gutiérrez Alea, Yvonne Rainer, Aki Kaurismäki and Jim Jarmusch.

Essentially, this is a story of a love triangle. Thanks to the two other reviewers for clarifying this for me. I wasn't sure what the hell this movie was about. Randy Danson (once married to Ted) and Marilyn Jones play sisters who are involved with the same man. I guess. You could interpret it that way. It was wise to establish that these two women were supposed to be sisters. If they were not related, you could get the impression that they were attracted to each other. There is scene where the two sisters are topless, for no apparent reason. That was OK, though. This was one of the few things that I liked about the movie. There is also a dance scene, which seemed to have been ripped off from Saturday Night Fever! We don't hear the Bee Gees or any Fever song. They dance to a song called Dr Love. This scene was actually the best part of the movie. The rest of the movie is an observation of strange, unlikeable characters doing strange things. Most of the dialogue is in the form of narration. The point of this? I guess, to let us hear what the characters are thinking. How brilliant! Marilyn Jones was a flop. Randy Danson had a presence. She looked good with her top off. She also would have been an asset to a good movie. This, unfortunately, was not a good movie.

"The Scenic Route" by Mark Rappaport is a forgotten American masterpiece.

To the best of my understanding "The Scenic Route" is about two sisters who end up dating the same men, and deal with the emotional fallout of all of the unspoken but not un-manifested jealously and problems of identity that this comes to imply. Does he love me, or is he using her to get back at me? Is she using him to get back at me? Does she resent me for stealing him? Does he want us both? Is this apartment his private harem? Was I using her to sabotage a good thing with him? Will any of this make me happy? Am I already happy?

Thoughts ebb and flow like this, each sister getting a portion of the films very heavy voice over narration, which covers the mundane, to the poetic, the amusing, and completely lifelike. The twin streams of thoughts occasionally collide, when both sisters love the same painting of a woman lying on a bed made of the ocean as a man leers over her watching her sleep. It's a central image in the film, appearing in dreams where each sister imagines herself the woman, and as the very real painting one hangs on her wall and another claims she used to keep on her mantle. Visually the film is built out of tableaux where the wall paper on an apartment building is as liable to change as the clothing the characters may be wearing or their positions (standing, sitting, leaning) all during the same conversation without mention.

"The Scenic Route" begins with one sister leaving her boyfriend claiming she wants to see "the heroic and mythic landscapes of America" and then setting down a series of post-cards, never actually traveling anywhere. When the plot seems to be settling down into one predictable mode, an interruptive element is introduced in Bunuelian fashion, such as the mention of a "shot-gun" murder on the loose, a coordinated dance sequence to "Dr. Love", or travel illustrated by the walls slowly raising up and revealing the characters to be actually in a field(not to mention the hilarious incident of the man on the street whose eyes run away with him).

Though perfectly dead pan that last bit is actually more fitting a jab at American life than it might realize, where travel is not the "heroic" road movie we've come to expect, but walls which replace each other with other walls. The layers of artifice laid over one another, like the internal monologues laid over the superficial melodrama is perhaps why some view this film as a cultural indictment of consumerism or whatever, but I think this may be reaching for some cultural credential that can easily make coherent what isn't necessarily made to be. Not that the film is meaningless by any means, on the contrary it resounds with feelings of resentment, desire, jealously, and wonderment, but that doesn't mean it has to be important to anyone else but the characters.

What's great about "The Scenic Route" is that it's a simple story told as if it was the only film ever made. Imagine a friend telling you about an awkward evening but in the style of grand opera and full of poetic asides.

In Rappaport's world it's ladies's night every night and men do seem interchangeable like consumer goods, but if you ask two siblings to share the same toy they are bound to use it as a battleground for their personal grievances. For instance, one sister murdered the other's boyfriend and was placed in an asylum for years, being released from the institution as one escapes her unhealthy marriage. I was even considering the possibility that they were the same person, the crazy sister representing the divorcée's repressed desires (the crazy one sleeps with more men, is less neurotic, etc).

Orpheus is evoked as a myth, the divorced sister would like to live by, and it's unclear if she does, at moments she is, but then again she isn't, but the moments when she may note a similarity make the analogy worth while, and give her life and extra sense of meaning where perhaps there is only soap opera silliness.

Vincent Cabny who wrote an unfavorable review back in 1978 also added "There's nothing really wrong with them if you're willing to supply your own critical system that justifies the film maker's dead-panned pursuit of the banal."

Indeed, I have worked up such a system, but why is this wrong? What is life but working up a system to justify the banal? This is precisely what the characters do connecting the divorcée comparing her life to Orpheus and expecting an epic, and the crazy expecting normality she can have a life just like her "normal" sister, right down to snagging up her normal boyfriends (whether they really are normal or not).

Whatever can be done to make life less life-like is to be done, whatever paths that can be taken to distract us from the horrors of travel shall de driven down. "The Scenic Route" is about absorbing the distractions, the intangible internal sensations, and the fleeting glimpses into the absurd and the dull all around us. All I know is I had a goofy as smile on my face for an hour and a half and it never threatened to abandon me once (bare in mind I'm a big fan of Vera Chytilova's similarly disjointed and lost to the ages comic fantasy "Daisies").

When you are busily searching the information super-highway absorbing all that is new and "modern" with movies, or art, or music for "newness" sake and the novelty wears thin and you begin to lose faith and lose heart "The Scenic Route" may restore your faith in cinema, it showcases the irrepressible eccentricity at the heart of all great movies, if only we would take the time to look.