Behind Jim Jarmusch (2010) + Travelling at Night with Jim Jarmusch (2014)

Behind Jim Jarmusch + Travelling at Night with Jim Jarmusch
Director: Léa Rinaldi
Writer: Léa Rinaldi
“Cast”: Jim JarmuschIsaach De BankoléJohn Hurt, Bill MurrayTilda Swinton, Tom Hiddleston, Mia Wasikowska
Part of: Viennale
Seen on: 31.10.2015

Both Behind Jim Jarmusch and Travelling at Night with Jim Jarmusch are documentaries about the creative process of director Jim Jarmusch. Rinaldi followed Jarmusch during the shot of The Limits of Control and then again a couple of years later during the work on Only Lovers Left Alive, trying to grasp how Jarmusch gets to work.

Behind Jim Jarmusch was Rinaldi’s first documentary and you can see how much she learned, so that Travelling at Night with Jim Jarmusch becomes the much better film. But both are interesting to see, especially if you like Jim Jarmusch’s films as they give you a look into the creation of something special.

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The Limits of Control (2009)

The Limits of Control is Jim Jarmusch‘s newest movie, starring Isaach de Bankolé, Tilda Swinton, John Hurt, Gael García Bernal and Bill Murray.

The story follows a man (Isaac de Bankolé) doing a job, which doesn’t seem to be entirely legal. As he meets informant after informant to get yet another bit of information to complete his task, you get long almost-monologues by the informants and a mysterious naked woman (Paz de la Huerta) in the man’s bed.

It’s been way too long since Jim Jarmusch made a movie. But as long as the rare ones keep on coming and keep on being this good, I almost don’t mind.
The Limits of Control is definitely one of Jarmusch’s stranger movies. It doesn’t seem totally settled in this reality (though nothing magical/supernatural happens). The performances are – as was to be expected – exquisit, the dia-/monologues great and the story actually rather unimportant (though I was still very curious to know what happens). If you like slow and weird movies, this one’s for you.


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