On the run after murdering a man, accountant William Blake encounters a strange North American man named Nobody who prepares him for his journey into the spiritual world.Wonderful film -- truly spiritual, heartfelt, warm and moving. Excellent casting and overall look/feel to the movie -- love the Black and White.8.5/10

Is the movie reflecting the actual living status of men at that time? Everyone except Thel in the town of machine looked hopeless, indifferent, abnormal, cold. I would doubt it's really this way in real life of that time.Secondly, this movie exposed a lot of shootings. Why did the men don't treat life seriously? Why did they shoot for trivial matters? For example, Charlie was so stupid to shoot Blake. And the reaction of shooting each other did not look realistic. There was no panic in shooting. And when one was shooting another, the other just stood there. Supposedly, the proper and instinctive reaction of the other being shot should be dodging, staying low, or moving aside to avoid being shot. But look at the scene where the shooting between Nobody and Cole, neither Nobody nor Cole dodged or stayed low during the shooting, which did not look real.

I really sought this out because of Only lovers Left Alive, a wildly entrancing, unique film. This is also unique in the pantheon of western genres. I think the score doesn't fit quite as nicely as it should with the film's content, but it doesn't distract too badly. Johnny Depp does great work here, totally in sync with what Jim intended. It's actually not as minimalist as people like to point out (from what I've read) but you can still see where some people get impatient to a point. It's hypnotizing and it does a fine job of setting up its atmosphere well enough to succeed in its points. Definitely recommended enough, even if not sure how much I really liked it.

Timid accountant William Blake arrives at the west-end of the world and finds his promise of a new job broken and a short acquaintance with a free-spirited woman turned into a false charge of double-murder. With a bullet in his chest, he's aided by whacked-out Indian Gary Farmer, who believes him to be the earthbound spirit of the same-named poet. Meanwhile, a trio of hired killers, including motor-mouthed Michael Wincott and psychopath (and reputed cannibal!) Lance Henrikson, are soon on his trail.Weird, violent, and often times quite surreal, one doesn't know whether this acid western is supposed to be dead-serious or a put-on, as it's equal parts action/adventure, comedy, and art-house pretentiousness, very much a product of the mid-nineties.Although it's a pinch too long, it's never boring, with an almost always entertaining Depp losing his sanity bit-by-bit with each graphically violent encounter (with gore FX by Steve Johnson!), usually involving flashy guest stars like Billy Bob Thornton (who's Slingblade in turn guest-starred director Jim Jarmusch), Iggy Pop, Jared Harris (as a trio of degenerates), Gabriel Byrne, and Alfred Molina as a racist scripture- quoting trader. Other guest stars include Crispin Glover, John Hurt, and Robert Mitchum, in his final western appearance.The ugliness of it all is beautifully photographed in black and white and set to a quasi-psychedelic score by Neil Young(!), who in turn was the subject of a documentary/concert film from Jarmusch.