Stranger than Paradise: the discreet charm of cassette players and desolate streets
Jim Jarmusch is a director one admires… Or gently laughs at, like when he treats us to films such as The Limits of Control, whose abstruse abstraction, made up of espressi, matchboxes and laconic discussions with a naked Paz de la Huerta in her hotel room, seem to boil downContinue Reading