Brilliant film. The two female characters are so strong and independent they would be regarded as progressive even today. The main one, however, is no doubt and obnoxious witch; thus I'm not sure one could call Detour a feminist film. Either way, I can only wonder how shockingly modern this must have been in 1945.
I will admit it held my attention until the end, mainly because I felt the need to yell at the screen every time I disagreed with the dad's teachings, and kept telling my girlfriend how baby Tarzans cannot understand how today's fast-moving world works - and thus develop any critical thinking skills - only by reading books. And that happened a lot of times. And don't get me started on how you cannot learn how to speak a language without regularly practising it with natives...