Forgot how good the soundtrack of this film is. Lots of postrock tracks, done by Jim Jarmusch' own band, Sqürl
Monday, 22 November 2021
Saturday, 25 April 2020
the Dead Don't Die
Sunday, 17 May 2015
Only Lovers Left Alive (2013)
Sunday, 19 October 2014
The Typewriter, Rifle, and Movie Camera
Intense man with the gift and wish for story telling.
Should watch "Pickup on South Street" perhaps... it was used a lot as footage. Also "Steel Helmet", and 'Shockproof'
Monday, 7 May 2012
Stranger Than Paradise (1984)
Pretty amazing, though not a film you watch out of sheer fun.
Screamin' Jay Hawking - "I put a spell on you"
Friday, 10 September 2010
Jim Jarmusch - "Derailed"
Definitely different in style from "Down By Law" and "Dead Man". In style, I definitely liked those more. More special, estranged.
Perhaps not the right film to watch right now... then again, happy end and all that.
Never been a big fan of Jennifer Aston, prejudice due to "Friends" and all that, but she wasn't bad.
American cities... how scared should I be. Scared whiteboy...
Jim Jarmusch - "Down By Law"
Tom Waits, Roberto... (that Italian guy)
Wonderful film. To see and be seen many many times more.
Already commented on openingstrack. Not much music, rest of the film. Not much needed.
Monday, 6 September 2010
Tom Waits - "Jockey Full of Bourbon"
Openingstrack of Jim Jarmusch' "Down By Law"
Amazing. Seems somehow a contemporary of True Blood's opening sequence with Jace Everett - "Bad Things"
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.
Chorus:
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
I'm on the lawn with somebody else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside