Michael Parks is Jim Bronson, a reporter for a San Francisco newspaper who
one day is summoned to the Golden
Gate Bridge
where his friend – (a young and very impressive Martin Sheen) – commits suicide
in front of him, bequeathing to him his motorcycle. Feeling the call of the wild, Jim quits his
job and hits the road on the bike, in search of nothing in particular except
changing scenery. He meets a spoiled runaway
bride (Bonnie Bedelia) almost immediately and lets her tag along on the back of
his bike. A pilot for a resultant TV
series, Then Came Bronson is a pleasantly low-key and episodic road
picture brimming with wanderlust in a way that skillfully avoids the typical clichés. Jim is neither heroic nor particularly anti-heroic. He doesn’t hesitate to get some quick
vengeance when someone wrongs him, but he also forgives quickly. The film’s fragmented editing style is not
dissimilar from that of the premiere biking film of the day, Easy Rider (also
1969), and though it’s hardly as bold artistically as that film, its overall
modesty appealed to me greatly. Jim is a
real rebel because he’s a square who does impulsive things, which is different
than cool hippies doing exactly what you expect cool hippies to do.

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