There’s a moment in Jeff Nichols’ 60s-set hymn to open roads, purring carburettors and bad boys in leather jackets where Jodie Comer’s Kathy reluctantly gets on the back of a gleaming Harley belonging to Austin Butler’s wildcard biker Benny. As she clings to his denim jacket and he guns the hog over the rise of a highway bridge at midnight, his gang appears behind them, headlamps twinkling, engines roaring, while The Shangri-Las duskily sing, ‘Out in the street’... It’s an image and feeling seemingly transposed directly from the pages of Danny Lyon’s seminal photobook, The Bikeriders – a tome Nichols discovered on the floor of his brother’s bedroom as a teen and has been hankering to make into a film ever since.