Synopsis
It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.
On the run after committing murder, an accountant encounters a strange Native American man who prepares him for his journey into the spiritual world.
Directed by Jim Jarmusch
On the run after committing murder, an accountant encounters a strange Native American man who prepares him for his journey into the spiritual world.
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There’s a certain haziness to the films of Jim Jarmusch that I’ve come to expect from my limited experience with his work. That haziness is usually broken up with a sense of wit that grounds the film out of necessity for the narrative.
But in Dead Man, a film widely regarded as his masterpiece, that haziness is never interrupted, if anything it subtly progresses into a state of tedium. It explores Western culture through a perspective somewhere between life and death, a perspective indescribable but clearly understood by Jarmusch.
Coming to terms with living in a world where everyone is already dead. If I had to pick a vibe to slowly, existentially deteriorate to over the course of a few days it would definitely be dreamy b&w Robby Müller western images and moody Neil Young electric guitar strumming.
Film #54 of Project 90
”Stupid fucking white man.”
Dead Man is the perfect example of a movie that takes a classic genre, turns it upside down and then gives you something charmingly fresh and ecstatic, Jim Jarmusch throws away all the rules of the Western genre, brings his own themes and his own style to the Wild West and gives us a unique and irreplaceable experience. His hero is not an icon of valor, he is not the most good looking man on planet, he is not the trying to prove anything to anyone, this is a just personal journey for Jarmusch’s hero, a life changing journey of self-discovery. This is where Dostoevsky meets John Ford.
Dead Man is…
“nobody, i don’t smoke.”
beautiful brilliant poetic film. and that neil young score makes it all the much better.
Another Jarmusch pursuit of belonging in hyper-specific cultural authenticity and shared experience, this time with a white man getting a last look at the natural world as he goes west to die while "civilization" kills and eats its way there, intending to be reborn and already too late.
I can’t believe William Blake left Nobody just to change his name to Willy Wonka and start making chocolate
I thought long and hard about this one, much more than I normally do about films I didn't enjoy… so I might be lying to myself. Dead Man is brimming with style and mystery, but the point of it all is so obfuscated that it ends up feeling quite empty. Even though I found very little to connect to, I'll gladly admit that it's wonderful to look at and it's extremely original. The creativity on display here cannot be overstated.
Dead Man takes place in the western part of the United States during the late 1800's. It stars a young and slight Johnny Depp as a character named William Blake, not to be confused with the famous writer. After he…
One of the best films I've seen this year! During the first hour, it's easy to just see this as a stellar old-school western, with its stunning rural setting, desolate landscapes, memorable characters, and a remarkable soundtrack that is used sparingly to set everything up. But, with its whimsical, surreal visual elements and off-beat wit, it really becomes a genre-blend after that. It's meditative, but also humorous. Whimsical, but conceptually profound. Poetic in every way possible. It's similar to many Lynchian films in that it feels like a dream. It's as if you're quietly floating along with a man who is transitioning from total and absolute innocence to experience and full-fledgedness. Because of its experimental nature, there will definitely be things I missed, but that only adds to my want to rewatch.
One of those movies that says everything and nothing. The white world of this film is much more "savage" than the Indigenous one, but the movie isn't just about that easy irony. Something that this movie has in common with Stranger Than Paradise and Down by Law is its confidence in the power of its landscape, and the ability of that landscape to communicate something beyond words.
Hate to keep picking on him, because I do feel fondly towards him, but Roger Ebert saying that the Neil Young score "sounds like nothing so much as a man repeatedly dropping his guitar" was one of the all-time film critic failure moments.