Francis Ford Coppola's Odyssey-in-reverse about a pregnant wife stealing away from home and husband in the quiet of a wet morning while only the milkman is about, and hitting the road to who-knows-where. Shirley Knight maintains an always-on-edge performance, sometimes quite compelling (a long-distance call to her husband from the Jersey Turnpike is nicely played for its steady irritations: the outside noise of the traffic, the inside noise of the telephone, the stubborn incomprehension of the party at the other end of the line). Still, less anchored and weighted than his subsequent work, Coppola's modish road movie drifts away by degrees from the central figure and finds greater interest in two men -- one she picks up, the other picks her up -- who block her route to independence. These two actors, both of whom Coppola re-enlisted on The Godfather, are very adept here -- James Caan as an ex-collegiate football star, now a basket case with a metal plate in his head, and Robert Duvall as a motorcycle cop living in a trailer park with his obstreperous, foul-mouthed daughter. (1969) — Duncan Shepherd
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