It's depressing how little I connect to Jim Jarmusch movies outside of Dead Man. The latter is in my top 10 of all-time, but he hasn't made a film I like since. Only Lovers Left Alive is receiving inexplicable acclaim, though I'm curious how it would fare under a different director's moniker. The concept has potential, the idea of eternal beings having such an admiration and immersion in culture, but it doesn't make it work, these things just feel too trivial when the characters are centuries years old. I don't buy that they would have such fascination in visiting Jack White's house. It feels like Jarmusch is just writing what he knows. The film is just too stilted and flat in tone, suffering under the way it's been shot. There's enough neutrality in the film to not descend into mediocrity, it's just a missed opportunity.
6/10
6/10