Rewatched Rubber (2010), and it’s probably the best looking film shot in the Mojave I’ve seen. Not just in surface level scenic beauty or the eeriness of a wide open space that feels as hostile to you as the woods at night, but in that transitional sense of being on your way somewhere but the horizon will not letting go. I fucking love the Mojave desert, been visiting it since I was a kid. The only time I’ve been in the wilderness and not felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. It’s somewhere, both to be and to pass through. Yuppies flock out there intermidentently because even they can tell the daylight just isn’t the same elsewhere. They’d like to bottle it up and sell it, and thankfully they never can.