Jim Jarmusch has been cool since forever. Though he's never been huge, he's also never been passé. And most importantly he's always been, "cool". While other flavors have come and gone over the last thirty years, Jim has remained. He's never followed trends (or set them) he's just been himself and done his own thing. Wikipedia says that he's 61, but his hair has been white since forever. I guess what I'm really saying is that Jim is eternal. Which is precisely why Only Lovers Left Alive was a perfect choice of project for him. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he outlived us all. And though his films have always been clear expressions of his interests and obsessions, I feel certain that this is the first Jarmusch film one could truly describe as, "personal". He has seen eras come and go. He has lost numerous friends and contemporaries. He has also consumed culture voraciously. This film might not be a masterpiece, but it sure is a great hang. I could spend all night with these learned bloodsuckers because they know all the coolest shit. Just gotta steer clear of the ones that choose to live in LA apparently...
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