For some reason John Doe from X feels obligated to befriend every slack-jawed dipshit who says two words to him, so after a guy he knew for maybe twenty minutes gets electrocuted by a Dig Dug machine he decides to take his ashes to someplace the dolt mentioned called "El Dorado". So he's looking for El Dorado. Get it?

Pay attention. Along the way he stays at a Motel 6, excuse me, a Motel 9 (so witty), stops for a beer, buys a Mountain Dew, stops again for coffee, eats lunch, sees some lame show, makes a couple of phone calls, and takes a nap. If this all sounds completely boring and pointless that's because it is. Generally when you make a movie stuff happens in it or it's about something, but this is like the cinematic equivalent of following somebody to the grocery store. It fucking sucks. And who are the "roadside prophets"? Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it was the guy in the pickup truck who said say no to drugs. Irregardless, this is almost as big a waste of time as one of fuckface Andy Warhol's stupid "movies" where he just shows some drip sleeping for five hours. I am so sick of you "artistic" cornheads and your idiot crap. Exactly how post-post-post-post-ironic would it be for me to violently insert my foot into your ass?