The problem with Jim Jarmusch is that, amongst the tedious bulk of his work there are occasional bits that sow some promise. This keeps causing me to give his movies a try when they are on TV or someone specifically recommends a certain title. Sometimes you do find something interesting. Coffee & Cigarettes however offers no such hope, just a series of painfully dull vignettes. Many of these look as though Jarmusch got friends and told them, sit there, improvise some really tedious dialogue, oh… and work coffee and cigarettes into the conversation. If those were the instructions then the film is pretty successful. Though to the average viewer, after the first few vignettes you'll soon start loosing the will to live. After 15 minutes I just began fast forwarding after a few minutes watching of each vignette, trying to find something worthwhile. If you're a Jim Jarmusch fan I suppose you'll like this, for whatever mysterious reason people like his stuff, but this is for hardcore Jarmusch fans only.
Coffee and Cigarettes unfolds like a mixtape of moody, deadpan conversations—filmed over 17 years but stitched together with surprising ease. Each black-and-white vignette offers a dose of caffeine, nicotine, and existential small talk, where the awkward silences often say more than the words. Some pairings fizz, others fizzle, but the whole thing hums with Jarmusch’s offbeat charm. It’s low-key, lo-fi, and oddly comforting—like bumping into cool strangers in a café you wish was yours.
This film moves with the pace of an asthmatic ant and requires a huge amount of coffee and cigarettes just to endure it. If you enjoy staring at your navel for prolonged periods of time then this is the movie for you - throw away your sleeping pills and rent this out. However, if you have any sense of your own mortality, invest your precious time more wisely.