i often walk away from a jarmusch movie wondering if i’m too dense to understand what just happened. i remember thinking a whole bunch of times during coffee & cigarettes that this was one big inside joke, and i was like, totally on the outside. i think it was those high school flashbacks that left me with a bit of a sour taste. broken flowers, on the other hand, is a considerably more accessible movie, and imho, a better one.
for fans of ground hog’s day ghost bustin ass (one point jarmusch) bill murray’s more recent roles flowers is all you could ask for. it’s crazy, but at this point bill murray can sit on a screen and do nothing and somehow make it entertaining, and even funny.
it took a minute for this one to sink in, but eventually the whole thing begins to make sense (well, not without the help of a rather brash fellow on imdb). even before you really “get it”, flowers is the kind of movie what will start to grow on you…little by little…until you give in and have pity sex with her—uhh. i definetely recommend, its subtle—but not so much that you’ll be too embarassed to go to lunch tomorrow cause you feel like such a n00b—clever, and reeks of bm (bill murray).