Directed by: Jim Jarmusch.
Written by: Jim Jarmusch.
Starring: Tom Waits (Zack), John Lurie (Jack), Roberto Benigni (Roberto), Nicoletta Braschi (Nicoletta), Ellen Barkin (Laurette), Billie Neal (Bobbie), Rockets Redglare (Gig), Vernel Bagneris (Preston), Timothea (Julie), L.C. Drane (L.C.), Joy N. Houck Jr. (Detective Mandino).
There
are more than a few similarities between Down By Law and Jarmusch’s previous
film – Stranger Than Paradise. Both are film in stark black and white, favoring
long takes by an unmoving camera. Both center on a group of three people and
has a very clearly defined three act structure. Both are comedies, yet pitched
at such a subtle level you don’t always notice at first glance that they’re
funny. Both also see America almost a desolate wasteland. While most of
Stranger Than Paradise took place in places Jarmusch knew well - New York,
where Jarmusch lives and or Ohio, where he grew up – Down By Law is set in New
Orleans, a place Jarmusch admits he had never been to until he started scouting
locations for the movie – the screenplay already written. No matter however –
one of Jarmusch’s great skills is the ability to make anywhere look desolate
and sad. He doesn’t take us to the parts of New Orleans we always see in the
movie – he takes us to the places we never see – seedy apartments, dirty back
alleys. As a character in Stranger Than Paradise notes “It’s funny how you go
someplace different, and everything is the same”.
In
the film’s first act, we meet two men – Zack (Tom Waits) and Jack (John Lurie).
Zack is thrown out of the apartment he shares with his girlfriend (Ellen
Barkin) in the film’s opening scene, where she screams and screams at him, and
all he can offer in return is “Well, I guess we’re through then”. He retrieves
his shoes from the gutter Barkin threw them in, and heads out into the streets
of New Orleans. He is discovered, drinking alone on a desolate street by a man
he kind of knows – who offers him $1,000 to drive a Mercedes from one end of
town to the other. He knows he shouldn’t do it – but does so anyway. And he’s
arrested – and the police find a dead body in the trunk. Jack is a pimp first
seen talking to one of his girls, but not really listening to her – as she
tells him he doesn’t understand women, and offers her view of America as “a
melting pot, because when you bring it to a boil, all the scum rises to the
surface”. He is also approached by a man he knows – this one who owes him money
he doesn’t have – but tells Jack he has something else – a “19 year old Cajun
goddess” waiting from him in a hotel room across town, and wanting to be
another of his girls. Jack shows up at the darkened hotel room, and starts his
spiel about taking care of her – only to be shocked by two things – first, the
girl in question is much younger than 19, and second it’s all been a sting by
the vice squad (a detective is seen saying almost the same words to the young
girl Jack was after he’s hauled away).
These
two men find themselves cellmates in the county jail in the film’s second act –
and almost immediately dislike each other. They are too similar, and confined
to a cell where Zack will go days without speaking, they are starting to drive
each other insane. And that’s when they get a new cellmate – Roberto (Roberto
Benigni) – an Italian tourist, who unlike Zack and Jack, was not set up for
their crimes – he admits he killed a man, but says it was in self defense. Even
being in jail cannot dampen Roberto’s spirits. He speaks in broken, often
hilariously unintelligible English – he has his own homemade phrase book that
he often looks through to find the right thing to say, and it comes out all
wrong (“If looks can kill, I am dead now.”) Slowly the men bond – it’s an
uneasy bond between Zack and Jack – and Roberto plans their unlikely escape –
and flight through the swamps and bayous of Louisiana.
Down
By Law is a little looser than Stranger Than Paradise – in which every scene
seemed perfectly constructed and the narrative, however slight, seemed more
focused. Down By Law is primarily what Tarantino would call a “hang out movie”
– one where the pleasure derived is basically in getting to spend time with these
three interesting characters. Tom Waits had a few bit parts before, but this
was his first real acting role – and he seems to come fully formed. Waits will
never play a normal character – not that we’d want him to – and he hits all the
right notes as Zack. John Lurie, who already delivered an excellent performance
in Stranger Than Paradise, is also great here. The two men are focused purely
on the present – the past doesn’t matter and we don’t learn anything about it –
and the future is unsure. In his first performance in an American movie,
Benigni delivers what may just be his best performance. He had never been to
America, and spoke no English, when Jarmusch met him at a film festival, and
decided to write a role for him. His performance here is the funniest he’s ever
been – with his mangled English and constant, upbeat optimism, that eventually
wears down the quiet exteriors of Jack and Zack – the scene where the men cause
an uproar in the prison by screaming “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice
cream” is a comic highlight.
This
is the first film in which Jarmusch worked with cinematographer Robby Muller –
also a favorite of Wim Wenders and Lars von Trier (as an aside, I can think of
few cinematographers work worthy of a lifetime achievement award from the
Oscars – where despite an amazing career spanning nearly 40 years and 70 films,
he has never even been nominated). Muller’s black and white cinematography is a
highlight of the movie – finding both the sadness and beauty in every location
(as Roberto says at one point, “It’s a sad and beautiful world”). Jarmusch’s
love of long takes with an moving camera is the correct choice here – he often
frames the three men together in a single shot, and allows their interactions
to play out for minutes on end – which gives us more honest reactions from the
actors than constant cross cutting could.
I
think Stranger Than Paradise is a better film than Down By Law – the sum of its
parts added up to a greater whole. I’m not sure the sum of the parts of Down By
Law add up to all that much – I think Jarmusch is going for a kind of magic
realism in the closing scenes, that he would accomplish better in his later
films. Yet Down By Law is so entertaining, and so great to look at, that I
hardly care.
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