Dead Man

I saw this Jim Jarmusch cult “classic” at the Art Gallery last night. They present free screenings on Wednesday nights. I’m tempted to say that the price was just about right, but I think that would be unnecessarily cruel. Truth be told I quite enjoyed this strange ramble through the twisted Western landscape. It’s a slow journey – the duration of the train ride at the start of the movie is enough to test anyone’s patience. There is a lot of time to contemplate the mysticism and meaning of the movie and to admire the cinematography. The almost sepia black & white print works well and reminded me of those old photos of the West that you sometimes see with the odd looking Indians dressed in crazy combinations of tribal and modern clothes. I laughed a number of times and whilst this film will never set the world on fire I can understand why it has a solid cult following. Depp is at his quirkiest.