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- <text id=92TT1120>
- <title>
- May 18, 1992: Reviews:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- May 18, 1992 Roger Keith Coleman:Due to Die
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 78
- CINEMA
- Hack Work
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By RICHARD CORLISS
- </p>
- <p> TITLE: Night on Earth
- WRITER AND DIRECTOR: Jim Jarmusch
- </p>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Five taxis, five drivers, five fares,
- five cities, five stories, most of them going nowhere -- slowly.
- </p>
- <p> 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.
- </p>
- <p> His problem here is that the stories, characters and
- acting rarely justify even feuilleton treatment. The Hollywood
- agent (Gena 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.
- </p>
- <p> 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.
- </p>
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