The Last American Hero is fun for a while, but it has an undertone of disappointment and inevitable darkness that felt very odd to me. I guess it’s the 1970s lonely man thing, but it was weird to see it in a movie about such a young person. Honestly, this doesn’t make The Last American Hero bad in any way, just unexpected given its mostly Smokey and the Bandit yee-haw sensibilities. Jeff Bridges is, of course, quite wonderful, and this movie comes between The Last Picture Show and Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (his first two Oscar nominations).
