But not enough. The whole movie is very simple, it is about the confrontation between art and reality. In the end, art so deftly triumphs over reality, which is both unrealistic and overly optimistic. A little contrived is that Jiamusu is too rigid to ask every informant who meets the protagonist to say a paragraph about art after meeting the protagonist. These paragraphs are acceptable once or twice, and the more you go, the more awkward it becomes. There is a feeling of finding something to say. One can't help but wonder why Jarmusch thought it was natural to switch the conversation sharply to art and start talking to himself in such a situation? Of course, maybe he just did it to do it unnaturally. However, the scene where the protagonist watches the guitar, dances and sings is still worth recalling. In the end, after the protagonist wins the wrestling with reality, he returns to the art gallery, so that he can truly leisurely watch a piece of art made of white cloth. Such a scenario, although overly optimistic, is indeed gratifying.
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