Two hours into it—that’s the Limit of my Control before I had to escape Jim Jarmusch’s three-hour homage to his own brain diarrhea in script form.
The plot, or lack there of, consisted of following a mysterious, strong, and solitary stranger hired to go on a glorified scavenger hunt through the shady streets of Spain. He spends two hours of your life collecting messages in matchboxes from a series of cartoon-like characters involved in an avant-garde criminal operation.
Though the cinematography, by Christopher Doyle, was outstanding, the director managed to spoil the stunning scenes of Spain with absolutely no storyline and characters whose only depth came from their costume designers. You would think that with an all-star cast like Bill Murray, Gale Garcia Bernal, and Oscar winning Tilda Swinton, that the director would be more original than introduce them all with, “you don’t speak Spanish, do you?” The monotony of Jarmusch’s repetition was only rivaled by the overload of “art film” clichés.
Perhaps most frustratingly, Jarmusch insisted that everyone with a speaking role provide some thought-provoking morsel of wisdom. However, the philosophical tid-bits made little to no sense and the artsy buzzwords only reminded the viewer that they are not as smart or deep as Jim Jarmusch.
The only shocking twist in the end, is me walking out to sneak into Anvil, a truly worth while work of art.
http://www.anvilthemovie.com/
Friday, June 5th, 2009, 3:52 pm | 
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