A particularly interesting, if not always successful, variant on the long-deceased artsy B-movie, Sarafian’s cross-country chase film—which cinematographer John A. Alonzo turns into a kind of visual poem of light and dust—has become a cult item, mostly because it so insistently seeks to be a multilayered metaphor for not just the American condition, but for the nature of fate itself. Faddishly existential, it offers precious few explanations for its actions but insists that it be taken as something both meaningful and exhilarating, which is why youth audiences high on Sartre and their own alienation ate it up while mainstream critics couldn’t make heads or tails of it. (Blu-Ray)