Actually, this is the first time I watched a movie from director Jim Jarmusch. I kinda like his directorial style. In DEAD MAN, he turned western genre into something unique, bizzare, & sometimes surreal. It isn't just merely a western, it's also a spiritual movie. I think Mr. Jim Jarmusch has a strange taste of humor. William Blake is so Johnny Depp and can acted easily. Robby Müller's cinematography is astounding!
Avete del tabacco? Blake sicuramente no, perchè non fuma, e non manca di ricordarcelo in continuazione in questo capolavoro in bianco e nero. Accattivante la narrativa di questo curioso viaggio spirituale di un "fottuto uomo bianco" attraverso il west dei cowboys e degli indiani, raccontato da Jarmusch con maestria, grazie anche ad una fotografia squisita. Perfetta la colonna sonora di Young. Ogni tanto un pò lento.
No coffee. No cigarettes. But there's tobacco. And given the number of folks who want a hit off the ol' cancer stick, it's like manna from heaven when the leaves finally appear. You'll see. This is a classic Jarmusch joint. If you don't like your films pondering and philosophical, avoid this. The opening is the weakest part (especially the void job offer as the initial device; dude got there quick as he could).
In Jarmusch's usual affected and methodical style, he paints a brilliant twisted world around Johnny Depp's William Blake. The film works too hard to show how little Depp's character belongs (see the name he has) and that remains a sticking point for me, all facets of this film fit together too nicely. The film has too much of a director's hand in each shot, enjoyable watch, but not one that is perfect by any means.
Filled to the brim with typical Jarmusch cool, Dead Man brilliantly subverts expectations of how a Western should feel. Led by one of Depp's best performance, the eerie black and white cinematography and haunting guitar work from Neil Young form such the outer shell of a great piece of cinema.