Tuesday 20 April 2010

Coffee and cigarettes

They talked. They talked about everything, anything really, and about nothing in particular. They argued, made friends, went around minding their own business. They smoked. A lot. And they drunk coffee.

This is "Coffee and cigarettes"'s very brief plot, that doesn't do this film any justice. You have to watch it. It was released about 1999 and is quite rare in the shops - too art-housey, or plain boring. Director - Jim Jarmush, and if I am not mistaken, he also wrote a script - jigsaw puzzle of unconnected events, happening around smoking and drinking coffee. It is not the action packed thriller, that keeps you glued to the screen and you'll need a lot of coffee to get through. Sometimes even, it seems like the movie is telling you: "Go on, this is your chance, switch off! Or switch to the snooker championship re-run." However, you need to persist and stick with it.

I fall in love with this movie in Moscow, it was very early morning screening in huge cinema in MDM Palace, Metro Frunzenskaya, and for me, unspoilt by the wonders of civilization girl from the industrial suburbs, the mirrored bar, the spacious foyer, the velour armchairs, shaped as balls and hugging you with their soft edges - seemed an absolut of sophistication, triumph of engineering thought.  There were, probably, about another couple of nut cases in the cinema, apart form myself and my friend Stepanka. The movie started without sound, in black and white, with Russian subtitles. All this things made a profound impression on me and I mentally prepared myself for the master-class in art-house cinema. After 15 min the operated realized that he forgot to put the sound on! Honestly, I was a bit dissappointed. Also, in Russia all the foreign language movies are dubbed with snotty monotonous voice-over of a guy, that has been smoking illegal substances for 15 years non-stop, or else he sounds like he did. We are not used to subtitles in Russia.

Anyway, I recommend everyone to see this film, it has great camera work, music score and that delicious pointlessness that marks many of Jarmush's works - just the excuse to curl up on the sofa with a huge jar of coffee.
    

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