film of the year. jarmusch's lifelong pursuit of eschewing cinematic convention and genuinely warm, affectionate outlook reach an apex here to such delightful heights. it's as much a film about the way it feels to wake up every day next to the person you love as it is about poetry and finding poetry in everyday life. it's a film to experience, to get lost in, to be uplifted by, enlightened by the feasibility of contentment within our own lives. in a year that we lost abbas kiarostami, i'm especially grateful for this movie as it's reminiscent of his ineffable ability for cinematic poetry. it's the perfect antidote to the shitstorm of a year 2016 has been.
it also has the funniest moment i've seen in a film since, well, i guess since i saw toni erdmann a few days ago. and i'm hopelessly in love with golshifteh farahani. a ha.