By Jake Howell jake.howell@utoronto.ca

Countdown To Cannes: Jim Jarmusch

JIM JARMUSCH

Background: American; born Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, 1953.

Known for / style: Dead Man (1995), Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999), Broken Flowers; experimenting with vignettes; deadpan cameras; creating both features and shorts; dark comedy and minimalist structures across a variety of genres.

Notable accolades: Jarmusch is the proud owner of a Palme d’Or—but not for any of his features. His 1993 short Coffee and Cigarettes III landed the top prize of the Court Métrage program. Other Cannes wins include the Grand Prix (Broken Flowers), the Camera d’Or (Jarmusch’s 1984 debut, Stranger than Paradise), and an award for Best Artistic Contribution (Mystery Train, 1989).

Previous Cannes appearances: Jarmusch and the Festival have a storied past, going back nearly 30 years (Stranger than Paradise played in a parallel section in 1984). Since then, he has played in the Long Métrage Competition five times (Down by Law, 1986; Mystery Train, 1989; Dead Man, 1995; Ghost Dog, 1999; Broken Flowers, 2005), once in the Court Métrage Competition (1993’s Coffee and Cigarettes III), and once in Un Certain Regard (2002’s Ten Minutes Older). Jarmusch was also interviewed for out-of-Competition documentary Z Channel: A Magnificent Obsession (2004).

Film he’s bringing to Cannes: Only Lovers Left Alive, a vampire romance featuring Tom Hiddleston (The Avengers), Tilda Swinton (We Need To Talk About Kevin), Mia Wasikowska (Stoker), Anton Yelchin (Like Crazy), and John Hurt (Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy). Rekindling a centuries-old love after passing for mundane humans, the romance of Adam (Hiddleston) and Eve (Swinton) is interrupted by Eve’s chaotic younger sister Ava (Wasikowska).

Could it win the Palme? Jarmusch’s cast is strong and his hand is steady. The formula works on paper, of course, but the genre might be out of place. But it doesn’t really matter if the Jury isn’t interested, as Jarmursch has already won most everything Cannes has to offer (though some may argue his Court Métrage Palme d’Or isn’t as impressive as a feature-length counterpart). With last year’s Amour win, Michael Haneke did nothing if not prove winning streaks do predictably occur, and Jarmusch has yet to leave any given decade of Cannes Film Festivals empty-handed. Off the top, though, Tilda Swinton seems to have spent the last few months playing the game, so to speak; her performance work at the MoMA served as a reminder that she is a true artiste. In her defense, however, Swinton has never won a prize at Cannes, despite having won Best Supporting Actress awards from both BAFTA and the AMPAS (2007’s Michael Clayton). If Eve is a juicy enough character for Swinton to sink her teeth into, it’s hard to see a short-list of Best Actress potentials that doesn’t include her name on it (and with Lynne Ramsay of We Need To Talk About Kevin aboard the Jury, Swinton has a ready ally).

Why you should care: That Only Lovers Left Alive is a late addition (announced after the April 18 Official Selection reveal) says little of its relative worth: we know that Jarmusch and Cannes are inseparable, regardless of quality. But besides that (and of course besides Jarmusch’s unique and exciting filmography), there’s really only one other thing that matters here: this vampire romance isn’t Twilight.

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