Here in My Car, Jackin' Boots  Going Nomad, writer-director Art
Jones's low-budget ode to the nighttime streets of Manhattan,
tries to get some mileage from one simple observation: people
who have trouble sleeping often get in their cars and drive.
While this isn't exactly a news flash (the Sunday Times City
section did a typically overblown article on the subject last
year, in which Jones figured prominently), the existential
implications of a midnight driving habit obviously had dramatic
possibilities. Unfortunately, few of them are realized in this
pleasant but rather dull comedy.  Nomad follows the nocturnal
nonadventures of one El Cid Rivera (Damian Young, who maintains
a likable deadpan throughout), a thirtysomething slacker Latin-
from-Manhattan whose basic deviation from amalgamated type is an
inability to speak Spanish. (The outlandish moniker seems to
exist only to prompt jokey Charlton Heston riffs.) Getting
together every night with a band of one-note childhood buds for
brews, El Cid finds his true