Video is cheap but a good screenplay is priceless. This increasingly relevant equation doesn’t work in favor of “American Saint,” a vid-shot feature thin on style, charm and purpose. Blah buddy pic charting two blokes’ cross-country road trip reps yet another soggy hat-tip to the Jack Kerouac legacy, which (several solid docus aside) still awaits even one passable screen homage. Commercial prospects look nowheresville.
Kevin Corrigan plays Miles, a young NYC waiter/would-be actor obsessed with what he hopes will be his big break: auditioning for a Kerouac bio to be directed by Milos Forman. (Latter acted as debuting helmer Joseph M. Castelo’s script adviser, to no apparent benefit.) Cash-poor Miles convinces an irascible older cabby (Forman regular Vincent Schiavelli) to drive him westward. Comic squabbles, trite local color encounters, and lame improv-sounding dialogue (e.g. “What kinda bullshit is this bullshit?,” numerous “whassamattayous” and “fuggetaboudits”) kill time before pic finally hits the Pacific. Pro leads are indulged with shtick but given little to chew on; sole bright spots are Woody Harrelson’s self-kidding cameo at start and use of flavorsome recitations by the late Kerouac himself. Tech package is mediocre.