Many of us spend an inordinate amount of time searching for love and lust in life. We break our hearts on the altar of this demand. This compulsion to connect and reproduce. We track down that special someone and get them ringed. Wrapping our whole existence in the other. Wrapping tax codes, self-esteem and sanity up in marriage. But what does this all amount to? Living the dream we are brainwashed to love? Of what use are all these emotional and economic rituals? Scenic Route is a film that explores the void between romance and bromance. Should we live our life chasing our dreams or settle for what the world grinds us out to be?
Carter and Mitchel have set out on a road trip. Carter the more rebellious of the two is hoping the trip can revitalize their fading bromance, but Mitchel has spent the trip despondent or sleeping. Drastic measures are in order, so Carter hatches a plan to feign that the car has broken down. Ideally this would leave the Mitchel with no other opportunity than to fully commit to the bromance. But when a driver passes them offering assistance, Carter spills the spleens letting Mitchel in on his game. Mitchel rages out and Carter gives him an earful about the man he used to be and how he would have never settle for the kind of wife that he ended up with. After trading insults and breaking each other’s face the two men cuddle in a fox hole covering them self in the sand to wait out the cold desert night.
What is must masculinity be if even defending one's false dignity puts one on the verge of killing your best friend? How fragile is the meaning in one's life if it cannot withstand the most basic of criticism?