eddie’s review published on Letterboxd:
a handful of the jokes feel like embarrassing swings and misses, but that only furthers the case for this being the first film by jarmusch as an old man, the first film of his late period as richard brody pointed out. to see someone who was able to convey his youthful energy thru fairly slow films transform into someone without a shred of youth or connection to young people (while retaining a style centered around slow, deliberate pacing) is catnip for me. any fan of late style with even the slightest admiration of jarmusch should get a kick out of this. everything that he's shown his passion for over the last thirty years is here in a form that is extreme and decrepit, but not quite dead. being a wu-tang fanboy also obsessed with rock music may have scored him some cool guy cultural cachet in the 90s and even the early 2000s, but the iggy pop cameo and rza's wu-ps van do nothing here except point out that jarmusch hasn't changed much in the past few decades. there are visual nods toward almost every film he's made, but they feel like he's just so locked into his own style that they aren't intended as references. he's just doing what he feels serves the film, going off pure directorial instinct. it's a horror comedy that isn't particularly scary in its violence or funny in its absurdism, but it's pure jim. and i like jim, quite a bit.