Dead Man (Miramax, 1995)

  Quite a trip . . Jim Jarmusch’s Dead Man arouses perplexity, scorn and admiration in equal measure from Westernistas, I find. I’m on the admiration side of the fence, just to set out my stall at the get-go. . . Jarmusch at Cannes . . I read on the subject a 1998 essay, The […]