Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Jim Jarmusch Day

'Back in the mid-80s, Jim Jarmusch was the last word in cinema chic, the coolest kid on the independent-movie block. Sixteen years and seven feature films later, Jarmusch stands as the last of a dying breed, defender of the purist faith. His newer films are packed with the genre tricks and mordant humour that have characterised all his output. But after drifting, unloved and unappreciated, in a cinematic limbo for most of the 90s, the world has started, once again, seeing things Jarmusch's way.

'His appearance only adds to the effect. Now 47, Jarmusch is practically identical to the Ohio-born, NYU-educated hipster who used his $12,000 film school scholarship money to make his first low-budget feature, Permanent Vacation. His second, Stranger Than Paradise, cost even less.

'Jarmusch's trademark upswept silver hairdo is perfectly in place; keen eyes ever eager to communicate some heartfelt idea; slow voice measuring out the words. "One thing that flipped me out," he says, "when we made Stranger, we were very conscious that it was 1982. Though it was post punk, style was still very rock'n'roll. We lived in that milieu in New York, but we wanted characters who weren't connected with that. We wanted them to look more like guys you'd see at the racetrack. And then two years later everyone started dressing like that. It's funny how things happen."

'Funny, indeed. Between 1984 and 1989, Jarmusch spearheaded the independent film movement, alongside Spike Lee and Michael Moore, with a trilogy of perfectly executed, thoroughly individual films. Stranger Than Paradise, Down By Law, and Mystery Train all shared a three-part structure, a wistful nostalgia for American pulp culture, and a downbeat, low-key narrative style borrowed from European and Japanese models. Jarmusch - in contrast to Lee's playful promotion of African-American consciousness, and Moore's self-help political radicalism - definitely occupied the high end of 80s alternative film-making, purveyor of an unflappable existential world-weariness that heralded the rise of a new wave of American auteurism.

'These days, however, Jarmusch is reluctant to dwell on past glories. "I don't look back," he says. "Especially not at my own work. I don't know why. It's not healthy for me. Looking back, in work and in life, is something I'm hesitant to do. I try not to. It's funny, though, I'm transferring all my films to digital masters, for future DVD release, and it's really excruciating for me to watch them again. Down By Law, or whatever. I leave really depressed."

'Jarmusch began the 90s with Night on Earth, his most ambitious film to date, boasting a pedigree cast that included Winona Ryder and Gena Rowlands, and a tricky five-city schedule. Despite Night on Earth, however, Jarmusch's career stubbornly refused to take off - unlike Lee, who was gearing up to make Malcolm X for Columbia. "My films are hand-made in the garage," says Jarmusch, "so it takes me a little while to get them together. My friend Aki Kaurismaki calls me the world's slowest film director, after Kubrick. My rhythm is my rhythm, and - how can I say this? - I'm not ambitious, and I'm not career-orientated in that way. If I were, I'd make different kinds of films. I'm lucky and happy and want to keep making work, but I have no desire to be more prolific. But then I see someone like Aki, who works in the same way, or Claire Denis. They make films more often than I do. But I'm always telling them to slow down. I want them to be happy and healthy; they worry me because they get stressed out by working too much. I'm happy with my rhythm, slow as it may be. It's how I talk."

'Despite the fact that Jarmusch's work instantaneously became the pet subject of graduate theses, he's as keen as ever to point up the collaborative nature of his film-making. "To me, the auteur thing is a lot of bullshit, because you collaborate on a film in every way, with everyone - even with whoever's stopping traffic. But I'm contradictory, because I'm a control freak to the point that I want to know every prop, every ashtray, every colour, everything that's in the set. But at the same time I'm collaborating with other people, who are helping me find those things. I would like to work in a more free way, but I don't have that luxury because I don't have that kind of budget."

'If nothing else, Jarmusch's long run demonstrates that you get what you give, that the love you take is equal to the love you make, that - indeed - what goes around comes around. And it's just as well he's content with his lot. "I don't want to be mainstream," he says. "I like being in the margins. I'm happy where I exist. The things that inspire me I find in the margins. I'm not consciously trying to be marginal, it's just where I end up and where I live. There's a gift in there for me and I'm happy to have that gift." -- The Guardian



The Jim Jarmusch Resource Page
Jim Jarmusch @ IMDb
Jim Jarmusch @ The Criterion Collection
Jim Jarmuch's Twitter
Jim Jarmusch's 'Invisible Jukebox' @ The Wire
Jim Jarmusch & SQÜRL Interviewed
'Jim Jarmusch Outs Himself As A Mycophile'
Jim Jarmusch Discography
'Jim Jarmusch's Notes for a Ghostbusters Sequel'
Jim Jarmusch interviewed @ Interview
French Jim Jarmusch Fan Page
Jim Jarmusch bio @ film.factory
'The Auteurs: Jim Jarmusch'
'The Loneliness of Jim Jarmusch'
'Every Jim Jarmusch Film from Worst to Best'
Heck Yes Jim Jarmusch

'Filmed in Sevilla during 3 days on the set of The Limits of Control, Behind Jim Jarmusch (2009) is a rare behind the scenes glimpse into the process of this American auteur. Director Léa Rinaldi unveils an exquisitely personal glimpse into the relationship between Jim Jarmusch and his impressive ensemble cast, including Isaach De Bankolé, Tilda Swinton, Billy Murray, and John Hurt. For one of the few times in his career, the author of Stranger than Paradise and Dead Man has allowed a camera, during three days to breach into his creative arena. From the labyrinthine alleys of Sevilla to its orange-tree shaded squares, or to a bunker-like studio, the young French filmmaker leads us into the set pulse. It’s an initiation to Time, the time it takes to make a movie.' -- collaged

Behind Jim Jarmusch (Part 1)

Behind Jim Jarmusch (Part 2)


Jim Jarmusch, Bradford Cox and No Age perform Neil Young's "Cortez the Killer"

Jim Jarmusch in Bored to Death

Fishing With John Episode 1 - Montauk with Jim Jarmusch

Jozef Van Wissem and Jim Jarmusch "Etimasia"

SQÜRL ( Carter Logan, Jim Jarmusch, and Shane Stoneback) "Pink Dust"

Jim Jarmusch’s 5 Golden Rules
from Moviemaker

Rule #1: There are no rules. There are as many ways to make a film as there are potential filmmakers. It’s an open form. Anyway, I would personally never presume to tell anyone else what to do or how to do anything. To me that’s like telling someone else what their religious beliefs should be. Fuck that. That’s against my personal philosophy—more of a code than a set of “rules.” Therefore, disregard the “rules” you are presently reading, and instead consider them to be merely notes to myself. One should make one’s own “notes” because there is no one way to do anything. If anyone tells you there is only one way, their way, get as far away from them as possible, both physically and philosophically.

Rule #2: Don’t let the fuckers get ya. They can either help you, or not help you, but they can’t stop you. People who finance films, distribute films, promote films and exhibit films are not filmmakers. They are not interested in letting filmmakers define and dictate the way they do their business, so filmmakers should have no interest in allowing them to dictate the way a film is made. Carry a gun if necessary.

Also, avoid sycophants at all costs. There are always people around who only want to be involved in filmmaking to get rich, get famous, or get laid. Generally, they know as much about filmmaking as George W. Bush knows about hand-to-hand combat.

Rule #3: The production is there to serve the film. The film is not there to serve the production. Unfortunately, in the world of filmmaking this is almost universally backwards. The film is not being made to serve the budget, the schedule, or the resumes of those involved. Filmmakers who don’t understand this should be hung from their ankles and asked why the sky appears to be upside down.

Rule #4: Filmmaking is a collaborative process. You get the chance to work with others whose minds and ideas may be stronger than your own. Make sure they remain focused on their own function and not someone else’s job, or you’ll have a big mess. But treat all collaborators as equals and with respect. A production assistant who is holding back traffic so the crew can get a shot is no less important than the actors in the scene, the director of photography, the production designer or the director. Hierarchy is for those whose egos are inflated or out of control, or for people in the military. Those with whom you choose to collaborate, if you make good choices, can elevate the quality and content of your film to a much higher plane than any one mind could imagine on its own. If you don’t want to work with other people, go paint a painting or write a book. (And if you want to be a fucking dictator, I guess these days you just have to go into politics…).

Rule #5: Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.”

13 of Jim Jarmusch's 13 films

Permanent Vacation (1980)
'Rootless Hungarian émigré Willie (John Lurie), his pal Eddie (Richard Edson), and visiting sixteen-year-old cousin Eva (Eszter Balint) always manage to make the least of any situation, whether aimlessly traversing the drab interiors and environs of New York City, Cleveland, or an anonymous Florida suburb. With its delicate humor and dramatic nonchalance, Jim Jarmusch’s one-of-a-kind minimalist masterpiece, Stranger Than Paradise, forever transformed the landscape of American independent cinema.' -- Criterion Collection


the entire film

Stranger Than Paradise (1984)
'A downbeat pastoral just this side of sentimental, Stranger Than Paradise is a celebration of hanging out, bumming around, and striking it rich—American (pre)occupations as deep-dyed as they are disreputable. The film, which plays the [New York] Film Festival this weekend and the Cinema Studio thereafter, is a stringent road movie cum character farce, with a trio of lumpen bohemians—a teenage immigrant from Budapest, her Americanized cousin, and his affable buddy—boldly emblazoned upon a series of gloriously deadbeat landscapes (the Lower East Side, the outskirts of Cleveland, the anonymous Florida coast). It’s very funny, and it’s pure movie. No one will ever mistake this deadpan whatsit for a failed off-off-Broadway play.' -- J. Hoberman


the entire film

Down by Law (1986)
'Down by Law, released in 1986, was Jim Jarmusch’s third movie. Unlike its predecessors, Permanent Vacation (1980) and Stranger Than Paradise (1984), it did not take off from a semi-documentary view of downtown Manhattan. It was shot entirely on location in Louisiana, which in the context of low-budget independent New York City film­making was exotic, even more so than the previous picture’s forays to the forlorn outskirts of Cleveland and whatever derelict stretch of highway stood in for Florida. Here, the location is announced and front-loaded during the credits. New Orleans and its surroundings pass in review, from left to right, etched in crystalline black and white by Robby Müller’s camera: mausoleums, wrought-iron balconies, low-slung housing projects, shacks on stilts. After that, scenes unfold amid semitropical architecture and in the bayous; you hear Cajun accents and Irma Thomas singing, but for all the flavor of filé gumbo, the actual setting is no more Louisiana than the setting of Macao is Macao. Down by Law takes place in the land of the imagination, in the province of the movies.' -- Luc Sante


the entire film

Mystery Train (1989)
'I am equally moved by that moment in Jim Jarmusch's Mystery Train when the young Japanese couple arrive in the train station in Memphis only to encounter what appears to be a homeless black man, a drifter, but who turns to them and speaks in Japanese. The interaction takes only a moment, but it deconstructs and expresses so much. It reminds us that appearances are deceiving. It made me think about black men as travelers, about black men who fight in armies around the world. This filmic moment challenges our perceptions of blackness by engaging in a process of defamiliarization (the taking of a familiar image and depicting it in such a way that we look at it and see it differently). Way before Tarantino was dabbling in "cool" images of blackness, Jarmusch had shown in Down by Law and other work that it was possible for a white-guy filmmaker to do progressive work around race and representation.' -- bell hooks


Opening scenes

Screamin´ Jay Hawkins in Mystery Train

Night on Earth (1991)
'Jim Jarmusch's Night on Earth is an agreeably flaky comedy built around a surefire hook. Each of the film's five segments consists of a single extended taxicab ride through a different city; the idea is that each excursion is taking place at exactly the same time. Jarmusch starts out in Los Angeles, then moves to New York, Paris, Rome, and, finally, Helsinki. (Why Helsinki? As far as I could tell, so that the movie could end at sunrise.) Night on Earth's cosmic title may lead you to expect a spiritual overview of the state of the world, but the joke is that these cabbies and their passengers all speak a universal language of disconnectedness. Before long, the taxis themselves begin to feel cozy and familiar. The movie is like a hipster's ramshackle version of traveling around the world and never leaving the Hilton.' -- Owen Gleiberman


Night on Earth - Helsinki

Night on Earth - New York

Dead Man (1995)
'Dead Man is likely Jim Jarmusch's most stunning achievement. A period piece, and what's more, one that draws directly upon a genre (the western), the film stands apart from Jarmusch's other work categorically as well. Johnny Depp plays William Blake, who ventures westward by train to the dystopian town of Machine in search of work. While there, he meets Thel (Mili Avital), whose boyfriend (Gabriel Bryne) catches them in bed. The violence that ensues causes Blake to scramble across the wilderness with a bullet in his chest. Pursued by savage bounty hunters, his journey is an extended death scene—he avoids one meeting with mortality before encountering another.' -- Zach Campbell




Year of the Horse (1997)
'The film, directed by Jim Jarmusch, follows a 1996 Neil Young concert tour and intercuts footage from 1986 and 1976 tours. It's all shot in muddy earth tones, on grainy Super 8 film, Hi Fi 8 video and 16-mm. If you seek the origin of the grunge look, seek no further: Young, in his floppy plaid shirts and baggy shorts, looks like a shipwrecked lumberjack. His fellow band members, Billy Talbot, Poncho Sampedro and Ralph Molina, exude vibes that would strike terror into the heart of an unarmed convenience store clerk. These seances are intercut with concert footage, during which the band typically sings the lyrics through once and then gets mired in endless loops of instrumental repetition that seem positioned somewhere between mantras and autism. The music is shapeless, graceless and built from rhythm, not melody; it is amusing, given the undisciplined sound, to eavesdrop later as they argue in a van about whether they all were following the same arrangement.' -- Roger Ebert

the entire film

Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)
'A more crowd-pleasing exercise in fathomless cool than its predecessor, Ghost Dog is an impeccably shot and sensationally scored deadpan parody of two current popular modes—the hit-man glorification saga and the Cosa Nostra family drama—and is predicated on the clash of at least as many behavioral codes. The hired gun known as Ghost Dog (Forest Whitaker) is introduced reading the 18th-century samurai manual Hagakure. His lips don't exactly move, but the text thereafter serves as the major indicator of his consciousness: "The samurai is as if dead." Like the Parisian hit man who is the antihero of Jean-Pierre Melville's 1967 Le Samurai (which, no less stylized, opens with a quote from the invented Book of Bushido), Ghost Dog is an ascetic loner who must ultimately wreak vengeance on the employer who betrays him. Cowled like a monk in his hooded sweatshirt, the urban samurai leaves his rooftop shack, complete with pigeon coop and Shinto altar, to glide unseen through the nighttime streets of his derelict neighborhood (a seeming mixture of Brooklyn and Jersey City).' -- J. Hoberman


Opening scenes


Coffee and Cigarettes (2003)
'Jim Jarmusch has been working on Coffee and Cigarettes for so long that when he started the project, you could still smoke in a coffee shop. The idea was to gather unexpected combinations of actors and, well, let them talk over coffee and cigarettes. He began with the short film "Coffee and Cigarettes I," filmed in 1986, before we knew who Roberto Benigni was (unless we'd seen Jarmusch's Down By Law). Benigni the verbal hurricane strikes the withdrawn Steven Wright and is so eager to do him a favor that he eventually goes to the dentist for him. There's no more to it than that, but how much more do you need? A few minutes, and the skit is over. None of these 11 vignettes overstays its welcome, although a few seem to lose their way. And although Jarmusch has the writing credit, we have the feeling at various moments (as when Bill Murray walks in on a conversation between RZA and GZA of the Wu-Tang Clan and exchanges herbal remedies with them) that improvisation plays a part.' -- Roger Ebert



Broken Flowers (2005)
'Broken Flowers relies on Bill Murray’s persona, but it also turns that persona back on him. Instead of maintaining the satirical distance that made it easy to laugh at heartland eccentrics in, say, Alexander Payne’s About Schmidt, Jarmusch’s film avoids caricature, and Murray’s poker face melts. Don feels a bittersweet regret at becoming exn his self-effacement has achieved high comic art, and he collaborates with Jarmusch at a point in his career when he’s trying to be something more than hipster-serene. Both succeed, by committing to the notion that a yearning to be reborn within a hopeless, brittle soul is worthy of drama—as well as a deeper, gentler humor.' -- Ken Tucker



DVD Extras

The Limits of Control (2009)
'The effect of the new Jim Jarmusch film, The Limits of Control, is to prove that, however gracefully you groom a shaggy-dog story, it won’t stop roaming. Isaach De Bankolé—originally from Ivory Coast, and a Jarmusch regular, in works like Night on Earth and Coffee and Cigarettes — plays a man with a mission. That sounds decisive, but the man is a nameless itinerant, and you can no more explain his mission than finish a jigsaw under water. Clad in a succession of silk suits, he flies to Madrid, takes a train to Seville, then takes another into rural desolation. In each place, the same thing happens, with minor variations: a contact approaches, launches into a discussion of art, music, drugs, or whatever, and trades matchboxes with our guy. Each box contains a cipher on a slip of paper, which he reads and eats. The tale is constructed with infinite care, and shot with an almost aching clarity by Christopher Doyle. (Whole theses could, and probably will, be written on its use of blood-orange red.) The cast, too, is so hip that it makes your gums hurt, with cameos for Gael García Bernal, John Hurt, Bill Murray, and a white-wigged Tilda Swinton, whose deployment of a transparent umbrella as a parasol is a typical gesture of stylized futility.' -- The New Yorker


Archival Talks: Jim Jarmusch, "The Limits of Control"

Only Lovers Left Alive (2013)
'The Thin Man with blood cocktails, an ode to hipsterism through the ages, a mainline shot of cool and a playful tribute to artistic fetishism, Jim Jarmusch’s vampire romance Only Lovers Left Alive is an addictive mood and tone piece, a nocturnal reverie that incidentally celebrates a marriage that has lasted untold centuries. Almost nothing happens in this minor-key drift through a desolate, imperiled modern world, and yet it is the perennial downtown filmmaker’s best work in many years, probably since 1995’s Dead Man, with which it shares a sense of quiet, heady, perilous passage.' -- Hollywood Reporter


Title sequence

"Only Lovers Left Alive" Q&A: Jim Jarmusch, Tilda Swinton


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Adrienne White said...

Down by Law is one of my favorite all time movies.
Oddly, I never even thought of it when I decided to move down here.
New Orleans drops a bowl of gumbo, has fabulous fireworks on the Mississippi and, being a 24 hour party town, generally does NYE full tilt.
I hung out with the midget, at home (don't want to drive her with a pack of drunks on the road) making necklaces and watching the neighbors' fireworks. St Charles Parish lifted the fireworks ban, so it was pretty bright and loud in the subdivision even with the cold rain.
We make up for the holiday homebody thing by hitting as many Mardi Gras Parades as possible. I'm thinking we might even do Fat Tuesday on St. Ann this year.
And then there's comiccon and all the festivals the rest of the year.

I imagine NYE in Paris is pretty fabulous!

les mots dans le nom said...

Dennis, it's ok. My complaint towards you, if there's any and, if I may say, is peer pressure of foods. Those foods you like, cheese, cream, bread, cake, etc. are prohibited foods for me. I am a mess of food allergies. Since my childhood, I was often hospitalized with foods other people are all okay with, having eaten together. Of course, you didn't say "EAT", but yeah, still...otherwise, I love you, as you must know...

I like Jim Jarmusch as a person, not much films. I don't remember what I watched or not. Dead man and Coffee and Cigarette, maybe. I watched it when I started hanging out with poet friends back then, so yeah, I did not understand much. They were just cool at the moment. But I did not find them visually fascinating for me. When it comes to films, I'm attracted to terrifyingly visual elements almost exclusively. if there're subtitles, those written scripts, too.

I think you missed my last comment that I made just about a few hours ago. danse macabre bracelet This is my jewelry design concept for my shop this year. Yeah I don't make much money from there so far. Maybe, ever. But I am going to vary this design with white marble lapidaries, Italian millefiori beads (hopefully, more Japanese Tensha beads) and clay hand worked beads. And I will dangle Tibetan bells to it, because bells are like calling for a new thing and, morning. This city and my room are very quiet always, so I like to have that little sound -- I haven't finished Celan Corona yet, and I'd love to do so today. I don't care what Paris looks like right now honestly. My good friend recently moved to Paris with his lover, and everyday his report on facebook has been Paris-- whom he ran into and what he saw. I wanted to stuff his mouth with a series of snowball shaped mochis.

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_Black_Acrylic said...

I like some Jarmusch. Maybe he's too cool for school but then that's kind of the point with him, isn't it? I remember enjoying Ghost Dog a whole lot, especially with that great RZA score.

Happy New Year everybody! I forecast a New Year's Day spent on the sofa watching the football scores roll in. Here's hoping for a Leeds United win to keep us in the play off places.

DavidEhrenstein said...

Jim Jarmusch's ability to remain Jim Jarmusch is Fucking Heroic.

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Sypha said...

Hey, one of those rare days where I'm actually somewhat familiar with the work of the director in question. The first Jarmusch film I saw was "Night on Earth," for some film course in college, and I really enjoyed it (oddly enough, I don't own a copy of it on DVD). Then a few years later, in another film course, we saw "Mystery Train," which I don't remember as well (aside from the Asian tourists who took pictures of their hotel room, something I myself enjoy doing when I'm traveling).

Thanks for the shout-out re: my list, Dennis. I do plan on cutting back reading a bit this year: reading 90+ books is perhaps a bit excessive (I still can't believe I made it through all 5 books of Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series: that's over 4000+ pages).

_Black_Acrylic said...

Bah, Leeds lost 1-2 at home to Blackburn. Still, I'm not gonna let it ruin my 2014.

Jeffrey Coleman said...


Happy new year!

And a merry 'pot is now legal to buy and smoke recreationally where I live', to me.

I think you once said something about how you eventually stopped smoking it, because after awhile, it became something like 'LSD's evil kid brother'. And, yeah, it was like that for me for awhile. I still occasionally smoked it, but found myself wondering why. It seems to have gradually turned into 'LSD's quieter and slightly autistic younger brother' for me. And I can hardly turn down the novelty of the new laws here, so will get my card once the initial 'Green Wednesday' crowds die down.

Been quiet here recently, because I haven't had much to say, or have found other people to say it to, instead of airing everything in public here.

I did want to say something I've been meaning to post here: I told the guy who runs The AJNA Offensive mailorder that I would mention here that he has copies of Martin Bladh's DES for sale, in case it's more convenient for people in North America to order from him (I think it's cheaper than ordering from the publisher in Europe). I ended up buying a copy from Martin, but had already contacted AJNA, so thought maybe it would be helpful for them to mention here that they have copies, since people here are more likely to know about M. Bladh than most other places.

Anyway, maybe you could mention that in the P.S., without my convoluted explanation. :)

Oh yeah, the link: DES


One of my Christmas presents was Robert Pinget's 'Fable'. My dad had sort of selected it at random out of the stuff lingering in the 'for later' part of the Amazon cart, and that ended up getting wrapped, along with Nick Antosca's 'The Hangman's Ritual', as one of my Christmas presents. I found out later that the local library has Fable, but it's still nice to own a copy.

A few other books that didn't end up wrapped, but are still sort of Christmas presents for me: two Gabriel Blackwell books ('Shadow Man', and the new Lovecraft one), and a large art/text book by David Chaim Smith called 'The Sacrificial Universe'. Admittedly, the contents of The Sacrificial Universe are kind of over my head, but I've found all of DCS's interviews interesting. DCS in Arthur.

OK, take care.

Flit said...

Cooop! Hey M8, how goes it?
Our horned hoof is in the house…. Capricornus. And 2014 is all gleamy and spankable. A sure sign of ….not a hella lot, but you know sugar capsules and narratives … the world might explode and…well, we be the ripe and chosen…umm… ‘Meta-Do’ to stunt a climax. Without action moves or grit toothed one liners, just skinny jeans and cigarettes … fuck the haters!
Anyway back to writing here and there. Sometimes I just can’t… do. I got a bit gutted. A lifey friend of mine died from complications from a lengthy heroin addiction, then my cousin, who was just tittering on considered adulthood, OD on the same in a hotel room. His moms followed a few weeks latter, reflecting our friend David K’s mothers’ death and eventual. Anyway, I find it difficult to deal outwardly with such …spyglass on how words and reason cant scratch the shit, blood and skin of it. So I guess it is ‘good’ to place a phony cap or frame around the tremble. So cheers 2014 you go on.
Plah Blah Meh … I didn’t set to be the downer kid, throwing around corpses and shit.
I spun into 'R Plus Seven' and was surprised. In the past I appreciated Lopatin’s attempts to make work out of spray cheese more then actually listening to it but this ones so geometric and I actually laugh along when he puts canned horns and children’s choirs on his best melody yet, cheeky.

allesfliesst said...

79happy new year! our plans to abstain from celebrating were thwarted by two friends who had come to berlin for the turn of the year and called around noon yesterday, asking if we didn't want to meet up. so we went to neukölln, which resembles a war zone on nye, and had a rough time navigating our way between groups of guys throwing firecrackers at us, but made it to a nice bar where we then had a pretty good time drinking and chatting until morning. not a bad way to start off 2014, and my fortune cookie predicts: "trust in it and luck is yours." so, yeah.

true, there doesn't seem to be much info available on mizumura in english. she's quite a name in japan, but hardly known outside her country (funny enough, she also published a text about how japanese is a dying language and writing books in japanese doesn't really have a point anymore). on the website of her US publisher, other press, there is only a very short excerpt from "true novel," but you'll find more one amazon. and a short essay on why she writes what she writes.

i think i read somewhere that 2013 was a very good year for you?! well, then may 2014 be just as great!

MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro said...

Sypha - Gosh, that's some list. I'll just hang my head in shame.

Dennis - Hi, man. Seems odd that it's taken you until now to do a Jarmusch post. Weird. Dead Man is definitely my favourite. Johnny Depp gives one of his most subtle performances, and the score is terrific. That and Ghost Dog. He seems to do well when working within a genre, a vessel for his quirky magic. Films like Coffee and Cigarettes seem rather insubstantial to me. The new film looks like a return to form, no? And that's cool on the Glasgow day. I'll get to work on that post-haste. Been scribbling down ideas and listening to bands all day. Watch this space. (Can I have your email?) So, 2014 seems like an exciting year for you, man. Novel/porn, etc. Anything else we can look forward to in 2014?

steevee said...

I missed ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE at the NYFF and I'm hoping to have a chance to see it soon. Any word on a US opening date?

DavidEhrenstein said...

Very Stoked!

I'm writing a little article for the Hollywood Reporter on the stars visiting Acapulco I the Good Old Days. It's built around a series of photos of notables, mostly now gone. One still with us is Debbie Reynolds. So my editor suggested I get a quote from her, and gave me agent/managers to contact. I was just looking for a sentence or two that they could read to me. But instead today the phone rang AND IT WAS DEBBIE HERESELF!!!! We chatted for about five minutest and she is Beyond Cool!

Great way to start the New Year.

Bill said...

Hey Dennis, I do appreciate your help with yoga boy.

What projects are you working on that you're behind with?

I love a lot of the early Jarmusch. Seeing Stranger than Paradise in the mid 80s was such a mind-blowing experience. Really have to try to catch the new one.


rewritedept said...


jarmusch! i think i've only seen broken flowers, coffee and cigarettes, down by law and ghost dog. really want to see more of his work. you know he also did some vocals on 'year of the tiger' by fucked up?

don't feel anywhere near guilty for having an awesome '13. you deserve it. hell, if i could have, i would have loved to have a good year. big plans for 2014, though.

gilles de rais unplugged. that might be a good title for something. i'll credit you if i use it. yeah, me unplugged too. should be fun.

oh yeah, i know that poe stuff. 'cask of amontillado' and all that.

NYE ended up being rung in at my friends' aubrey and davey's house. we didn't feel like trying to get downtown, so just drank and whatnot over there. it was fun. came home tonight and cooked up a big batch of lemon balsamic potatoes and some chicken soup and steaks. probably tomorrow night, i am going to make a big pot of red sauce. watching the life aquatic with my mom currently.

was yr new year's day lovely? must be nice to not wake up with a hangover. i wouldn't know what that's like. talk soon.

love and whatnot for the new year.


postitbreakup said...

happy new year, dennis

les mots dans le nom said...

could be a new year ritual sojiji(1979) fujiko nakaya

Tomáš said...

happy new year Dennis,
I could not see you before January 6 .... arf
Regardless, we will find another date.
About the blog, what would you say of "ten vintage porn movies that Dennis could write the script?" what do you think? I try to do it and send you this ...
Take care,