★★★★
Not all of the Jarmusch I've seen has worked for me, but this, his first proper feature, is the kind of slice-of-life weirdness where I think his strength lies. Sometimes, that slice is of on-again off-again vampires in Detroit trying to just make their way in the 21st century and sometimes that life is a hitman who follows the bushido code as he protects some really, really low-rent mobsters. There is a joy in his best movies about finding the specialness in the every day, even if sometimes it might feel a bit fantastical.
Here, it's decidedly more normal, for lack of a better word. Eva (Eszter Balint), a new immigrant from Hungary to the USA, has come to stay with her cousin Willie (John Lurie) in New York, where he oved a decade before, before moving on to Cleveland. He has a friend named Eddie (Richard Edson), they hang out a bit, Eva moves on the connect again a year later in Cleveland when Willie and Eddie come to visit. Seems a pretty basic story but the devil is in the details.
There's a lot of hanging out. A lot of mild drinking. A lot of card playing. A trip down to Florida. You might say almost nothing happens in this, and you might be right, but that normalcy while not coming across as a simple documentary is what makes it special. Here are these three people in differing levels of what a few years later would become slackerhood*, and it's somehow not annoying to hang out with them because they're real. They do have some low-level passions (it's pretty obvious Eddie is into Eva, and Willie is yearning for some sort of connection with his family he hasn't had for a decade) and they're usually pretty broke, and if that's not a normal American, what is?
*You can absolutely see the influence Jarmusch has in this movie on the up-and-comers of the early '90s Sundance explosion. This movie is a harbinger of the Kevin Smith and Richard Linklaters to come, whether it be Clerks or Slacker.
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