Oh man..this one really tested my limits! After seeing the wonderful Jarmusch film Broken Flowers I noticed this one on Netflix as well. I remember the name but knew nothing about it. I had to restart this movie twice and then took me maybe 4 starts to finish it…I kept nodding off. I hated it really. I hated its pointlessness. I hated how pretentious it felt. I hated the main character and felt like punching him after ordering his two espressos in “two separate cups” for the 10th time or after sitting there staring at some other ramblig character without saying anything. I’m all for movies that do not pander for the audience, the ones that expect you to think and figure out who’s who and what’s what. For a movie that might be about a loner criminal and set in Madrid and Andalusia it really has no “what” or anything else for me to care about. We’ll see how the next Jarmusch film I see fairs…