"Kowalski... you listening, brother?"
A stunt car driver goes pedal to the metal from Colorado to L.A., dodging massive amounts of police on the way thanks to "traffic tips" from a blind soul DJ.
That's it. That's the whole plot of 1971's Vanishing Point. Oh, that and some chick who rides around buck-ass naked on her motorcycle all the time.
The film served as partial inspiration for Quentin Tarantino's half of the Grindhouse movies, Death Proof. It was on AMC this past weekend, and after seeing it, I can say that the best part is the soundtrack.
From Jimmy Reed's superfunky acoustic workout "Welcome to Nevada" to Bobby Doyle's soul rave-up "The Girl's Got It Together," it's a solid 40 minutes of late-'60s greatness, from folky gospel (Big Mama Thornton's "Sing Out for Jesus") to a balls-out bluegrass hoedown (Doug Dillard Expedition's "Runaway Country")