30 December 1991
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My first film in Paris, I saw the new Jim Jarmusch film Night on Earth. It was great. Two parts were in English (L.A., N.Y.), one part in French (Paris), one Italian (Rome), and one in Finnish (Helsinki), all (except the French part) with French subtitles. I could either understand what they were saying or I could read it for almost the entire film. The spoken French was the most difficult. The film was great, it was five individual stories that all take place in taxis. Parts were very funny and parts were very sad but the whole thing had a distinct, great tone of Jarmusch-ness, though it seemed to move a bit quicker than his movies usually do (maybe because I was wishing that it didn’t go by so fast that I couldn’t catch all the language fast enough).