"aint you glad the sun kinda sets? prepares you like. i mean what if it like went out sudden say like blowing out a candle or something? i mean you know one minute we're riding along we can see everything and each other and boom next minute its just you're in total darkness. that'd scare the bejeezus out of me"
"Are you william Blake?" "I am William Blake, have you heard my poetry?" ....and the movie goes over board at this point, you can actually feel the final sense of transformation the character goes through to that point. Really enjoyed this movie, every single moment of it, each character is well placed and narrated. Fantastic.
“That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.” (IV)
Arguably Jarmusch's masterpiece, Dead Man is an equally brutal and lyrical take on the Western shot in stunning black and white cinematography with a haunting minimalist guitar soundtrack by Neil Young. A surreal and metaphorical journey into the dwindling American frontier as the onset of industrialisation pushes ever forward. Punctuated by violence and dark humour it is an intensely intelligent film full of poetry.
Although I'm still not crazy with the depiction of Nobody and there are some moments that didn't work for me, overall I think this movie is an epic and tragic American celluloid poem that has stood up well and is worth watching and rewatching.
This film is incredible, i can deffinitely see the Ozu influence. Jarmusch creates his own vision of the western with impeccable efficiency and grace. Surreal and fascinating, dead man is one of the peaks in creativity of 90's independent american cinema and one of Johnny Depp's greatest performances.
God, what an incredible film. I can watch it several times over and still be immersed and captivated as I was the first time I saw this film. Neil Young's hypnotic score just makes it even better.
Jarmusch attempts a western with blatant disregard for the genre's mythos or purpose and ends up with something of a paradoxical Malick/Godard cocktail. Dead Man is sometimes disarmingly hilarious, occasionally beautiful and always fascinating, but rarely equates to much more than the director flaunting his chic, deconstructionist facade, which, incidentally, is eccentric and enchanting enough to leave one pacified.
Delivering a line of storytelling fired into us through our blood, Jarmusch is again at his best here.
Kind of Paris, Texas with not nearly as much emotional resonance; but as a western it's masterful, one of the best I've seen. Deliberate yet hypnotic pace, stunning cinematography, cast, and score; haunting and surreal. Excellence that I was hoping from the Coens' True Grit but was only sporadically delivered.