Dennis Hopper -- always a strange and attractive mix of beer, drugs, intellect, violence, and artistry -- was absolutely an iconoclast. His vision was, for my money, the epitome of New Hollywood, good and bad. Beyond the grit of a film like Out of the Blue is a deep philosophical intelligence married with the charm and humor that just barrels out of Hopper, who electrifies each scene he's in. Unseen gem.
Dennis Hopper takes what would have been an Afterschool Special type show and turns it into a gritty, offbeat punk classic. With the exception of a few awkward scenes one could easily mistake this for a Scorsese film of the same period. And whatever happened to Linda Manz?