Historically, you could do worse than think of Jim Jarmusch as the Dylan among America's current generation of spitballing-structuralist indie auteurs (making Richard Linklater the David Byrne?). Jarmusch has always been, for better or worse, an essentially whimsical voice. Quirky formal ideas lollygag along with the occasional visionary impulse, and the high time Jarmusch has making his free-associative movies surrounded by cool, riffing cronies (and fellow Sons of Lee Marvin) has been an aspect of the films' buoyancy as well as their... More >>>