09 September 2005
MOVIE: BROKEN FLOWERS (2005).
An aging cassanova revisits his old flames in search of the son he never knew he had. Jim Jarmusch plus Bill Murray generally equals good, just as it did in Coffee & Cigarettes, and this film is no different. Murray spends a lot of time moping about with his barely-audible comic virtuosity through the story's meandering set of episodes. Jarmusch deals not so much with conflict but unease, small-scale crises of the familiar that deliver dramatic stings better than epic tragedies.
So many goodies in this flick: the chameleonic Jeffery Wright almost steals the show as the hero's amateur sleuth next-door neighbor; Alexis Dziena provides the most shocking laughs. The hero's doomed road trip, essentially a sharp series of skits, kept me eager for the next narrative treat. But while deftly wrought, Broken Flowers remains just short of the border between good and great, mostly due to its own triviality and a predictably unsatisfying ending so favored by those damn auteurs. Without seeing the film, you could probably guess that Bill Murray's character starts out, and ends up, in a tragicomic state of catatonia—and you'd be right.
That was quite an outfit you weren't wearing earlier.
07 September 2005
PHOTO DIARY.
 For real: a laxative named Chocolate Smooth Move. Mark down this new entry into the Big Book of BM Euphemisms, alongside Dropping the Kids Off at the Pool and Paying a Visit to the Duke.
PHOTO DIARY.
 A trash dumpster caught fire at my brother's apartment complex the other day.
 The flames ignited nearby cars as well.
 The cars simply melted down to their metal bones.
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