A fairly solid, violent road rage flick with a sweaty, overweight, gravel voiced Russell Crowe as the rager and a decent cast filling out the disbelieving family terrorised by the man over a perceived slight that somehow pushes Crowe's character completely off the deep end quite near the start of the film.
Whatever your thoughts about Crowe, he really commits to this performance!
There's barely time to set up the machinations of the plot before tyres start screeching and various victims bite the dust here and there.
A thrilling climax barely 90 minutes later wraps things up pretty efficiently.

As others are stating, this has Malick's most cohesive narrative since Badlands and even parts of The Thin Red Line.
However, it still exhibits at least some of the dream-like voice-over, jump cuts, gorgeous cinematography and music cues of much of his post The New World work.
The plot itself is a real heartbreaker, intense, anger-inducing and beautifully acted by a superb and mostly unknown cast.
Call me a convert all over again because this is pure gold cinema at its finest and most lyrical.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.