Not sure I've ever seen a film more defined by what it is not.
Thanks, Jarmusch, for this work of ambiguity that's painful in all the right ways.
Hurt to have not seen this one before finishing my best of the year list.
"Original takes on familiar tropes" is, at this point, its own trope. But it's done with a rawness here.
The cast and filmmakers are all in, and honest pain comes through. Both the "holy-shit-death-is-real" kind and the "cringing-because-your-family-doesn't-understand-the-first-thing-about-you" kind.
It's in your hands now, list procrastinators.