Kowalski, the last American hero, tweaked on uppers and hauling ass across country to deliver a Dodge Challenger, and sticking a giant middle finger up conservative America’s ass in the process, that’s Vanishing Point in one hit. Sarafian’s tough film plays like a hard rock fantasy come to life, a counter culture odyssey replete with a Radio DJ fucking with The Man, hippies fucking with The Man, and Kowalski bucking the system at every turn. And wait a minute, is that Dean Jagger in the desert, playing one of the best roles of his life? It is! The only problem I have with Vanishing Point is that it had to end. Drive on, Kowalski.