“The universe has no centre and no edges” runs the repeated line. What’s interesting about this movie is that it explored the boarders of our personality. Lead character ‘The Lone Man’ is sent through an uncertain and ill defined journey.
Through this he meets a number of characters who test who he is. Paz de la Huerta preys on his sexual appetite. Tilda Swindon his cultural desires.
Throughout as a character he stays near mute. In doing so we can project ourselves and the struggles of being pulled apart, following a number of transactional encounters.
Life is nothing but dirt, is the morbid line that runs through.
Looks to the bohemians.
Jarmusch m’éditâtes on vibrations, the rumbling of a plane in flight, the soft shudders of a high speed train. The vibration of wooden instruments.
The stillness of a coffee, or a moment of Thai chi
Relinquish Control over an arbitrary reality
What works amazingly is his ability to leave enough space in the movie for the viewer to absorb the information and for their mind to run wild.
So much of the culture that we face is so concentrated that it suffocates the appreciator. It’s designed to bombard and overwhelm. it can be engineered that way