I have always enjoyed the rambling pointless improv of all these rock-n-roll con artists (Miguel Sandoval, Sy Richardson, the Pogues, Courtney Love, Elvis Costello, Joe Strummer, etc etc) wandering around the desert and not cursing. Jim Jarmusch, when confronted with Mexican police trying to deputize his gun during a shootout, gets to bleat "You cops can throw rocks."
Still, one wonders, how did such a film, whose point seems to be to provide a great time for the director and all his friends, ever get funded? The question has bothered me since high school. Here, friends, is the very satisfying answer - http://www.alexcox.com/dir_straighttohell.htm - straight from Mr Cox's own blog. Doesn't that feel better?
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