Despite being numb and surrounded by the burdens of industry, Kaurismaki characters always show us the absurd joke of existence. Theirs is a miserable, self deprecating prison, but one I'm always delighted to visit. His films remind me of worse times, and that things are never really that bad anyway. People of little means and few pleasures, people who are cold and alone. Atmospheres of ice, plastic, in a vacuum of emptiness, and yet I laugh.
I always find it interesting when characters in film romanticize the idea of Florida. It's always very far away, it's the place on the postcards. Sunny and everything that this place is not. Since that was the place I was always trying to escape I get an extra jolt of cynical pleasure/pain from knowing firsthand that the same troubles await them in Paradise.
Romantic because it's not.