A desolate stretch of flatland is where "Road to Paloma" begins. The movie, like it's writer/director/star Jason Mamoa, is dusty, unkempt and handsome. It is a lovely meld of post revenge tale outcome and a touch of the classic "Easy Rider" thrown in for good measure.
Mamoa plays Robert Wolf, a Native American who has taken justice into his own hands, and who is now forced to live with the outcome. The act in question, (revenge for the rape of his mother) is not shown on camera, but it doesn't have to be. The somber mood and the drawn looks of emptiness and sadness on the faces of the characters is enough to convey that this has taken a toll on them.
Starting off doing odd jobs in order to sustain his life on the run from authorities, Wolf hears that his mother has died from her injuries. After a reunion with his father, (played nicely by Wes Studi,) he takes to the road on a motorcycle story of redemption and living with consequence.
Along the way, he picks up a stray musicician who has been kicked out of his band after headbutting his own guitarist. The two join forces to ride across a beautiful countryside on a journey of bonding and to pick up Wolf's mother's ashes.
Like the self same "Rider," the movie does not have a happy ending. It will not be spoiled here, but it is not out of the realm of understandability.
The pursuit of Wolf by two FBI agents as a result of killing his mother's rapist leads to moments of heavy handedness as one of the Feds is just a little too overs ellis. This though does not ruin the film at all.
All in all, Mamoa does a really nice job with all of the plates he spins. The tale is memorable, and all in all coming along for the ride is a great experience.