Speaking of trances, Jim Jarmusch made the cinematic equivalent of Tuvan throat-singing with this gorgeous black-and-white western. It's a deeply mystical exploration of identity and death, rooted in a wintry, wooded landscape, grounded by the mesmerizing junkyard growl of Neil Young's guitar. A film of exotic power.
---Rustin Thompson, Moviemaker Magazine, April 1998
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