A bleak, absurdist rumination on mortality whose gallows humor and hallucinatory mood take nothing away from the seriousness of Jarmusch’s vision. We’re in a country ruthless and vigilant, whose development is rooted in destruction both cultural and environmental. The cheapness of human life on display is incredibly sobering—reduced to a dollar figure and hence to nothing, for it hasn’t even the utility of a pinto. The spell Jarmusch casts does not go unbroken, subject to a few too many fade-outs and Neil Young reverberations, but it’s immeasurably aided by the stark beauty of Robby Müller’s images. Few other Competition films demonstrated this much ambition, and none were this successful in achieving it.