Directed by: Jim Jarmusch.
Written by: Jim Jarmusch.
Starring: Isaach De Bankolé (The Lone Man), Alex Descas (The Creole), Jean-François Stévenin (The Frenchman), Óscar Jaenada (The Waiter), Luis Tosar (Man with Violin), Paz de la Huerta (The Nude Woman), Tilda Swinton (The Blonde), Yûki Kudô (Molecules), John Hurt (Man with Guitar), Gael García Bernal (The Mexican), Hiam Abbass (The Driver), Bill Murray (The American).
Have
you ever fallen asleep briefly while watching a movie – perhaps for only a minute
or two – and when you wake you feel slightly confused as to what is going on in
the movie? Where you have a feeling that you have missed some vital piece of
information that would make the movie you’re watching clearer? That feeling
pretty much describes the feeling I had throughout Jim Jarmusch’s The Limits of
Control. The film stars Jarmusch favorite Isaach De Bankole as a character
known as The Lone Man who has a series of meetings with various characters –
most often over coffee, where The Lone Man insists on two espressos, in
separate cups – not one large espresso. He exchanges colorful match books with
the person he’s meeting, who always begins the conversation with “You don’t
speak Spanish do you?” – in Spanish – which makes sense since the movie takes
place in Spain, although the people he meets are from all over the world. The
Lone Man than listens as his scene partner rattles on about something – movies,
bohemians, capitalism, etc. – than the pair exchange something else, and The
Lone Man goes on his way again. He has a definite end game, but the audience isn’t
privy to it until the very end. Whatever it is, it’s certainly illegal.
More
than even most of Jarmusch’s films, The Limits of Control is all style and
little substance. Watching the film the first time in 2009, I was confused through
much of it, but basically sat back and enjoyed isolated moments. Jarmusch knows
how to write cryptic conversations that can be funny, confusing and interesting
all at the same time, and he gets good performances from his cast. That’s the
case here as it is amusing to see such talented actors as Alex Descas, Tilda
Swinton, Yuki Kudoh, John Hurt, Gael Garcia Bernal and Hiam Abbas play
characters with no backstory and no context come in for a scene, deliver what
is essentially a monologue, whose meaning is left vague, than go on their way
again. And in Isaach De Bankole, Jarmusch has found the perfect straight man –
largely silent with a mysterious, unreadable look on his face for the entire
movie, I could not help but be fascinated by him. Who is this guy?
Other
scenes don’t work as well. Paz de la Huerta shows up as a character billed as
The Nude Woman, because, well, she’s nude the whole time. This, sadly, seems to
be all that many directors choose to do with de la Huerta, who undeniably looks
great nude, but in films like this or Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void isn’t really
given anything else to do.
The
scene eventually leads to a climax where The Lone Man confronts The American
(Bill Murray), who talks about the same things everyone else did, but in a much
different way – decrying them, instead of celebrating them. He is in a heavy
guarded compound, and wants to know how The Lone Man got in – which is a good
question since we don’t see him do it either. “I imagined my way in” he tells
The American, before doing what he was sent there to do.
Jarmusch
has said that he “wanted to make an action movie with no action, whatever that
means” and in The Limits of Control, I guess he succeeded in doing that. I can
easily imagine a movie with a similar structure being turned into a Paul
Greengrass thriller, with The Lone Man meeting a series of contacts to get him
next to his target, and then dispatching him with ease. All that’s missing is
the gunfights from The Limits of Control – and of course, more perfunctory
dialogue than Jarmusch gives his characters.
Watching
the film a second time helped clarify things – not really in terms of plot, but
in terms of what Jarmusch is trying to do in the film. I didn’t really like the
film back in 2009, and I don’t really like it that much now. It’s too cryptic,
too slight to be satisfying in any real way. It’s something though – and whatever
that is, I think it’s what Jarmusch intended. Take from that what you will.
Note: I will be seeing Jarmusch’s latest film, Only Lovers Left Alive, today, and will write a review – and a conclusion to this series, next week.
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