Jim Jarmusch’s Coffee and cigarettes is not conventional cinema, it doesn’t have a script, doesn’t have central characters, doesn’t have a beginning or an end, doesn’t have good vs. evil, doesn’t have love, lust, stunts, or, for that matter, actors. There are no performances; the film is just a compilation of some apparently banal conversations over a cup of coffee accompanied by a cigarette.
Now, what’s so special about it, its impossible to describe, just watch it, the only selling point would be that the conversationalists are some of the most brilliant minds in the worldwide film industry; go ahead, take a cup of coffee, take a drag and let your thoughts wander freely, the talks will never end, you’ll want to watch it over and over again.
Now, what’s so special about it, its impossible to describe, just watch it, the only selling point would be that the conversationalists are some of the most brilliant minds in the worldwide film industry; go ahead, take a cup of coffee, take a drag and let your thoughts wander freely, the talks will never end, you’ll want to watch it over and over again.
1 comment:
Coffee and Conversations wasn't cinema to me. it was an insight into a set of minds. some degenerate. some fulfill. some excite.
and the pauses to take a drag are the times it hits you.
great post.
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