Taken on its own terms the film does offer fine cinematography, costume and the look of the time, as well as some decent acting (hence my score of 5 out of 10). However this does not reflect what the viewer has just witnessed on screen for the past two hours. Here we see the character of Sal typing up the notes he has made during the road trips, seemingly franticly typing to capture all the wild, fun, crazy times had on the road. I did wonder whether the muted atmosphere of the film was a deliberate ploy of the filmmakers, however the last ten minutes would indicate not. The only time the film gets anywhere near the free spirited adventure of the book is when the characters reach Mexico in the later stages of the film, but this is too little too late. The film does not convey a sense of travelling for the journeys sake they always just seem to be in the car in order to get to another destination. The film seems to focus on the melodramatic, miserable aspects of the characters lives at the destinations they travel to, but fails to contrast this with wild and exciting times spent on the road. Crucially the characters rarely seem to be having a good time. The sex is arguably overplayed and whilst there is some drugs and jazz, there is little of the booze. The film lacks a rounded sense of the hedonistic side of the journey. He is the muse for the writer character of Sal, but anyone coming to the film fresh without having read the book, may well struggle to understand why. However in the film he huffs and puffs his way from one scene to the next, speaking in a laconic drawl, whilst lacking all the charm and charisma that is supposed to make him so alluring. On the printed page he can barely speak fast enough to get all his thoughts out.

He should be the driving force of the story, pushing the storyline on with his crazed excitement for the good and bad in life. This is best illustrated by the presentation of the character of Dean Moriarty.

Whilst the book takes the reader on an exuberant, spirited journey full of life, the film puzzlingly slows the pace right down and presents a muted, almost depressed version of the same story. Will the film have the same effect? I sincerely doubt it. The On The Road novel has inspired numerous readers, myself included to take an American road trip.

On the road again jack kerouac