This week its Jarmusch week in Orokmozgo. Tonight saw
Mystery Train, third time I did. It's still really good. Beautiful, funny, full of titillating details. Great photography. Jarmuschesque brilliance in understatement. Good as an ode to - imperfect people; and as one to America, soul music, Elvis, the soul of a city. To the way American cities
look, the wear and tear of their day-to-day backdrop. Bringing out the unique, quintessentially American in the interchangable visual clutter (road, railroad, hotel, bar, houses, parked cars. Thats where the photography comes in, Robby Muller).
And the cast! Set of people brought together that only becomes more impressive the longer it's ago. Joe Strummer - hero of mine; Screamin Jay Hawkins, Steve Buscemi, Tom Waits, Rufus Thomas dropping by. Like music and film are the same art. Those who had fame behind them already, now dead; the others now famous (inclus Jarmusch himself).
Film bored the **** out of 'Susannah' though, whom I'd taken. Misestimated. Felt a bit guilty.
Which makes it probably a good thing that I didnt take her to
Stranger than Paradise yesterday, as originally planned. Saw that one for the second time; I remember exactly where, when and with whom I saw it the first time too - and how we (only 21 at the time) lolled away at an empty train station afterwards singing
I Put a Spell on You (well, I did). More minimalistic than I'd remembered, for one. More eighties.
Sure looks different now, seeing it back. Though back then already we had a lengthy argument about the meaning of the end, about those guys, period. What she saw, defiantly, was Really Cool Guys. Pure art of Cool. And she really resented me suggesting they were also just kinda losers, and the coolness the veneer they hid their insecurity with, and their failure kinda. She savoured the dadaist un-logic of the end; I thought the director also probably wanted to save the guy, or sent a message; just send him home. Its OK. You can go home now... it didnt work out, and thats OK. Time to move on.
Yeah, still can remember that conversation (odd, no, thirteen years later?). Seeing the movie back, the sheer sadness of it spats out. We love those guys for it. But still, the bleakness. So obvious.
In that movie too, how
old America looks! Factories, Cleveland, empty lots. A fast food joint from an era ago. Well, it is twice as long ago that the movie was shot, by now. But its also like an ode to the industrial, Rust Belt architecture, to that past America. Kinda like the cartoons of Seth (see
Clyde Fans and
It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken. Clyde Fans is brilliant).
Tomorrow a pre-screening of
Broken Flowers with Esther, Thursday a chance to re-see
Down By Law; Friday
Night on Earth with Cs. Yes, I love Jarmusch films <sheepish>. Down By Law was my favourite, so I'm really glad I'll be able to see it again. Night on Earth I never saw, because I didnt like Dead Man and just kinda gave up after that. Perhaps see Ghost Dog as well on Sunday, didnt see that one either for the same reason.