The inescapable purgatory of boredom

Oddly enough, never breached Jim Jarmusch before until now, someone whose style always looked like would be up my alley, which makes me want to punch myself in the gut for not diving in sooner because, wow, Stranger Than Paradise gets it, and shows it, like it is and how it is; the inescapable purgatory of boredom; the inescapable purgatory of being in your own town or city, and the inescapable realization that no matter where you go, where you turn, where you wind up, anywhere else, New York, Ohio, Florida, as toured in the film, is not going to be any different than where you started. So much land, yet so little to actually do. I’ve felt this way for so many years now and Jim really hit that feeling home here.

Love the aesthetic, the hats, and the French new-wave-esque chemistry between the three leads - awesome stuff.