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Articoli: Jarmush / Night On Earth
Articoli: Jarmush / Night On Earth
Jim Jarmusch
Juan A. Suarez Suarez, Juan Antonio. Author
2007
ARTICOLI
Night on Earth.(Brief article)(Video recording review)
Dick, Jeff T.
Library Journal, Oct 15, 2007, Vol.132(17), p.98(1)
Night on earth
New Internationalist, August, 1992, Issue 234, p.32-3
Night on Earth
Kauffmann, Stanley
The New Republic, May 18, 1992, Vol.206(20), p.32(1)
Night on Earth
Henry, William A. , Iii
Time, May 18, 1992, Vol.139(20), p.78(1)
SOUNDSCAPE
new internationalist
issue 234 - August 1992
Night On Earth
directed by Jim Jarmusch
Taxi tales: Beatrice Dalle and Isaach de Bankole in Night On Earth. After Wim Wenders'
sprawling Until the End of the World (reviewed in NI 231), here's around-the-world movie of
a very different kind. Jim Jarmusch has been one of the few directors working in the US to at
least acknowledge other cultures, as when Stranger Than Paradise framed America through
the eyes of a laconic Hungarian visitor. If Jarmusch has till now concentrated on bringing the
world to America, Night On Earth sees him taking his vision around the world, to mixed
effect.
The film presents us with one moment on the planet, as experienced simultaneously in
different taxis in LA, New York, Paris, Rome and Helsinki. In the Rome story demented taxi
driver Roberto Benigni talks a priest to death. The lugubrious Helsinki scene, meanwhile, is a
homage to Finland's master of boozy gloom, Aki Kaurismaki. Several Kaurismaki regulars
compete in out-grumping each other and the result is a courageously downbeat way to end
a film.
It's in America that Jarmusch falls flat. In LA a sassy kid (Winona Ryder) gives a ride to a
casting agent (Gena Rowlands), while in New York a black customer (Giancarlo Esposito)
finds himself changing roles with cabbie Armin Mueller-Stahl, who has recently arrived from
what was East Germany. Both are uneventful excuses for bravura performances and lack
any new insight into the over-familiar settings.
In Paris, however, Jarmusch really hits on a sense of place. The appeal of this section is not
so much the play-off between African cabbie Isaach de Bankol and a blind Batrice Dalle,
but in what goes before: a beautifully played scene in which de Bankol is taunted by two
boisterous African clients, who pun mercilessly when they find out he's from Cte d'Ivoire:
Ivoirien! II voit rien! (he can't see a thing!). Here, not only does the humour ring true but
Jarmusch has managed to get a grip on Paris as an African city, an aspect of it that French
directors have consistently ignored.
It's a flash of inspiration in an otherwise directionless film. It's a shame Jarmusch couldn't
cast his geographic net wider. But the film at least suggests that it's possible to make
American cinema without remaining trapped in America.
Corliss, Richard. Night on earth. Time, 18/05/1992 , Volume 139, Issues 18-26.
Section:
REVIEWS
CINEMA
TITLE: NIGHT ON EARTH
WRITER AND DIRECTOR: JIM JARMUSCH
THE BOTTOM LINE: Five taxis,five drivers, five fares, five cities,five stories, most of them
going nowhere-slowly.
JIM JARMUSCH IS SHRINKING. Already a miniaturist in his Stranger Than Paradise (1984),
this vaunted U.S. independent director now aspires to make shorts. Mystery Train (1989)
was three anecdotes in search of narrative baling wire. His new Night on Earth splits its time
five ways: taxi drivers pick up fares in Los Angeles, New York City, Paris, Rome, Helsinki. A
little biography, a vagrant communion through the rearview mirror, then on to the next
town. If Jarmusch keeps at it, he will become the first postpunk director of 30-second
commercials.
His problem here is that the stories, characters and acting rarely justify even feuilleton
treatment. The Hollywood agent (Gene Rowlands) who thinks her driver (Winona Ryder)
could be a star; the Brooklyn bro (Giancarlo Esposito) who bonds with his German-born
cabbie (Armin Mueller-Stahl); the blind Parisian (Beatrice Dalle) who, sigh, sees life more
clearly than the African (Isaach De Bankole) in the front seat; the Finnish depressive (Matti
Pellonpaa) who relates a you-think-you-got-troubles saga--these are shaggy-dog stories
without a tail. Or, really, a tale.
The Rome episode is the saver, with Italian movie clown Roberto Benigni effusively
confessing his sexual adventures (with a pumpkin, a sheep, a sister-in-law) to a shocked
priest. And the glimpses of the cities, beautifully shot by Frederick Elmes (Blue Velvet),
suggest there might be stories to complement the ghostly landscapes. But Jarmusch gooses
his fine performers to overact in close-up, as if to compensate for the paucity of event. The
result is something like the ultimate minimalist international co-production. All those places
to go, and hardly an inviting cab in sight.
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By RICHARD CORLISS
Time Inc., 1992. All rights reserved. No part of this material may be duplicated or
redisseminated without permission.
Kauffmann, Stanley. Around the globe. The new republic 18/05/92, Vol. 206 n.20,
p32-33.
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