We recall getting a pencil case (one of those plastic, compartmentalised ones with a built in tape measure) seemingly based around this film for Christmas one year, and then we saw the film, in which diminutive former Little Rascal Robert Blake bombs about the desert, shooting pictures of Dennis Hopper, shouting at Peter Cetera, and generally acting like an LDV Vans league entry in the never-ending pantheon of hazily-defined existentialist mixed-up complicated crazy loner maverick cop anti-heroes Hollywood used to love so much before Top Gun rolled up. Then we went and looked at the pencil case again, in a state of deep confusion. In a sense, we’re still looking at it.
