Gimme Danger ★★½

I find myself having the same thought every time I watch a new Jim Jarmusch film: how much better would this be if he were doing it with a gun to his head, and if it wasn't great he'd have his brains blown out?

Too caustic? Maybe, but I shouldn't be half falling asleep during anything involving Iggy or The Stooges. That just shouldn't be possible. Someone get Jarmusch some coffee. And an editor. And maybe a light kit.

Iggy's out there bleeding for us--still. C'mon, Jim, give a fuck.

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