thoughts rearrange, familiar now strange

Movie night! H's friend Megan came up yesterday and so we gathered up Braden and went to see Jim Jarmusch's latest, Broken Flowers. Now, if you read the reviews you get burdened with the anticipation of a disappointing ending; I found the ending not the least bit disappointing, nor did I find the movie "depressing," in fact it had a very pervasive (if subtle) underlying humor. If I had to genre-fy it I'd call it a funny mystery, not a comedy, not a drama; definitely a road movie. The main attraction of course is Bill Murray, although even his shimmering genius only somewhat overshadows the just great filmmaking; Braden pointed out that some of the shots have a feel like Kurosawa, and one definitely does get the same feeling of quiet introspection as exposition. Anyway, I'd say it has the best soundtrack at least since Lost in Translation. The Mulatu Astatke alone is worth the price of admission. Bottom line, 5/5 tentacles, but it's only a theater movie if you like the experience of the small independant venues which for now exclusively show the film. Which, yeah, I do.

music: Greenhornes with Holly Golightly, There Is an End from the sdtrk.