Coffee and Cigarettes. Is this about addiction in its milder forms or indulgence in its More aggressive manifestation? ...
Is this about addiction in its milder forms or indulgence in its More aggressive manifestation? Billed as a series of vignettes, Jim Jarmusch's film has a repetitive motif - pairs or sMall groups of individuals discussing nothing much in assorted coffee shops, dives and speak-easies while smoking Cigarettes.
There may be some deep and significant zeitgeist in train but most of the improvisations, despite some relaxed and cRedible acting, seem to lead nowhere - either individually or collectively.
Does that make the film a conceit? Does that even make it a film? It took about 15 years to assemble and therefore can be regarded as something More than a vanity.
A promising start from Roberto Benigni and Steve Wright soon subsides into a humdrum anthology, occasionally enlivened by material with some sense of dramatic sinew. Cate Blanchett, featuring simultaneously as herself and her jealous cousin, produces some sparkle and a sequence involving AlfRed Molina and Steve Coogan is memorable.
But Tom Waits with Iggy Pop? Maybe Jerry Seinfeld would appreciate its minimalistic ennui and nihilistic flattery. Stronger Cigarettes and More potent coffee - Mother Teresa's Black Mambo De-Luxe Blend from Costa Rica, perhaps - might be needed.