It might not be very subtle but I still love this Jim Jarmusch film that shows an elderly bachelor (Bill Murray) being prompted to revisit his past lovers (Sharon Stone, Frances Conroy, Jessica Lange, and Tilda Swinton) after receiving an anonymous letter that informs him that he is a father. Jeffrey Wright is also wonderful as the friend of the main character who enjoys playing detective.
Who says Americans don't do subtle. Definitely a mans view of the world but some genuine laugh out loud moments. Bill Murray is superb even when he appears to be doing nothing. Perhaps especially when he appears to be doing nothing. Hardly a line that didn't tempt us into looking for meaning rather than drive the plot. An intelligent and quietly funny film where the humour comes from recognition.
I watched it twice and still couldn't decide whether Bill Murray's ageing lothario persona needed a hug or a slap. Either way, he sustains our interest helped by the four re-unions with ex-girlfriends. The pink motif is a nice touch, but I was slightly freaked out when during the second viewing a delivery guy rang my bell and left me with a neighbour's package - in lurid pink.
Nonostante l'inusuale sforzo di Jarmusch di dare risalto alla componente narrativa, ancora una volta un suo film trova i suoi più convincenti punti d'appoggio in una splendida caratterizzazione dei personaggi ed in una cura registica notevole. Un'anonima lettera rosa si fa strada tra piccoli episodi di vita quotidiana aventi protagonisti gli stereotipi del popolo a stelle e striscie. Un film molto consigliato.
Working class black neighbourhoods (is that correct enough?) just adore a catatonic, rich white geezer. He shows them how to click with the mouse. Grateful as they are, they send him (and our unsuspended disbelief) for a long walk, to meet different actresses with different hairdos.
A pleasant amble around themes of age and change, undercut with a wry eye on a modern, anonymous America. It's rather Jarmusch on low gas but none the worse for it. The still quality is a minor blessing in a modern cinema of slam-dunk pyrotechnics providing room to breathe if not think too deeply.