Counting ceiling tiles (aka, "Living on the edge of your seat")

Well, ColumbusGal thinks Broken Flowers is perfection. My only hope is that Jarmusch is busy elsewhere.

Myself, I think watching Jarmusch is like watching a highwire act. BF is so close to losing traction and devolving into self-indulgence that you just keep waiting for it to happen. I haven't had that much suspense since Hitchcock. But it never does. Which must mean Jarmusch is in control the whole time. Damn him.