This movie has a LOT of heart — one of the reasons it’s easy to forgive a lot of its flaws (an uneven script, an occasionally overbearing social message, and a plot detail about a woman thinking the main character is Bryan Cranston going on for way too long — although it does become a sort of comedy of errors in the area of assumption which is pretty entertaining).  
          Written and directed by its star Max Martini, he plays a war veteran who has fallen on hard times.  Fired by his asshole boss (Robert Patrick), he steals his motorcycle and takes to the road, occasionally joined by his fellow veteran and best friend (Omari Hardwick).  Having to scrape by in a free yet homeless existence, he has various encounters as he battles alcoholism, PTSD, and hallucinations.  When he gets the opportunity to meet his son, it forces him to take stock of his life and try to bunker down and figure it out.  Elisabeth Rohm is fantastic as his ex-wife, and Dermot Mulroney quietly effective as her new boyfriend.  
           There’s something so sincere about Martini’s storytelling that it’s tough not to get wrapped up in this.  You’re on a journey with someone who’s hurting — haunted by the demons of war, his soul is bleeding and he is searching for anything that will fill the emptiness of his loss.  
           Imperfectly executed but there’s plenty to applaud in this unorthodox road movie.