Broken Flowers – Jarmusch
Posted by tharvan on April 5, 2006
Ok just woke up after two hours watching Jim Jarmusch’s Broken Flowers. Two lost hours. Two subtle hours. Full of people, present, real people. It leaves you dangling. So real, weird. Still searching for moments, minutes passing in non real time. Seeing someone I feel comfortable with, in everyone of them. Yet some of them really disconserting, difficult to comprehend but not less familiar. Aesthetic pleasure, yada, yada, yada… Worth every second but… there is an end :-) Fucked up D night.
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