Recommended.
The
same critics who thought that Christopher Nolan’s dream life
(Inception) was bourgeois,
probably also felt that Jim Jarmusch’s The Limits Of Control was nuts.
Oh wait,
that's just New York Magazine’s David Edelstein. Yes, Dave, the movie
is soporific.
In fact, there were moments watching this film where I became so sleepy
that I
wasn’t sure if I was still watching the movie or imagining it. But I
wasn’t
bored; in fact, I found the spiraling swoop of Isaach De Bankolé’s
Lone Man
upon his prey to be weirdly fascinating. Jarmusch based the character
partially
on Lee Marvin in Point Blank but here . . . emotionally dead. Along
the way, the Lone Man is assisted and preached at by various oddballs, including a
perpetually, and delightfully, nude Paz de la Huerta (as The Nude). If
you make
it to the end, the victim will amuse you.