No, it's never going to win an award for art direction or acting, but one of my favorite movies is Interstate 60. In part because almost no one has heard of it and it is fun to be part of the cult in a cult classic. But at its heart it is really a pretty good movie on the various meanings of freedom -- or more accurately, on the varous ways in which people can enslave themselves.
The movie is essentially a series of vignettes -- short little stories -- connected by a guy on the road on a quest. One of those involved Kurt Russell as the sheriff in a small town. For those who saw the movie (and if you have not, go find it on Netflix), doesn't this remind you a lot of
the Kurt Russell town Banton?
At nine o'clock in the morning in a garden shed behind a house in Amsterdam, a handful of alcoholics are getting ready to clean the surrounding streets, beer and cigarette in hand.
For a day's work, the men receive 10 euros (around $13), a half-packet of rolling tobacco and, most importantly, five cans of beer: two to start the day, two at lunch and one for after work.