Dead Man, one of Jim Jarmusch’s best and most divisive films, has been outfitted with a beautiful and imaginative Criterion package.
It never transcends its stock western template, and the home-video treatment is correspondingly unremarkable.
The film is a must own, though this sparse edition hasn’t been refurbished enough to warrant a double-dip for owners of the prior DVD.
This unusually optimistic, and unsatisfying, John Huston film receives competent, not especially memorable treatment from Twilight Time.
No need to double-dip if you already own Criterion’s first treatment of this intensely conflicted and resonant Southern gothic masterpiece.
What initially seems an obsessive-compulsive mash note to The Simpsons becomes a brain-teasing deconstruction of pop culture, theater, and nothing less than the storytelling instinct itself.
An intensely intelligent look at American history and a blueprint for how to (un)make it, from one of our country’s finest directors.
Icey Spoon’s response to Harry Powell’s snakelike jeremiads about says it all for this Criterion release.
Someday all DVD producers will figure out where to aim the sound. Until that day comes, we’ll have to deal with competent fuzzy blaring like the kind on this disc.
Like most great westerns, Dead Man holds the American West and its (white) inhabitants up to close scrutiny.