Sorry, I just don't get it.

No... I'm not sorry, it was goofy and it was soooooo long.

Also, I felt as though I was watching a series of interviews with creepy cult members just after their very charismatic leader had died.

Ummmmmm, unless you are really desperate for a noir fix, you should probably avoid this lousy film. It's strange; everyone I talk to seems ready to acknowledge Detour's many technical faults, narrative inconsistencies, ham-fisted acting and all around lameness... and then in the same breath they try to convince me of this film's inherent value. Sorry, but I'm not convinced. To me it's just a lazy, rushed movie. Edgar G. Ulmer - in his own strange way - was an indisputable talent, but this is film is not a good example of anything like talent.

I love it when people tell me that this movie isn't any good - it serves as an excellent way for me to learn pretty much everything that I need to know about that person.

"Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it."