Exquisitely captured in natural light by the cinematographer Alexis Zabé, Juan’s journey is framed by sherbet-colored houses and lemon sidewalks, dipping palm fronds and a burnished, turquoise horizon. The director calls his style "artisan cinema"; I just call it dreamy.Read Full Review »
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Village Voice: Aaron Hillis
Eimbcke's droll rhythms are reminiscent of early Jim Jarmusch and Aki Kaurismäki--here stylistically appropriate for a film about social and emotional inertia.Read Full Review »
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Salon.com: Andrew O'Hehir
A surprisingly refreshing experience, especially in a season of infernal cinematic busyness.Read Full Review »
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Boston Globe: Laura Bennett
In the end, the sparse dialogue and lengthy scenes make the film feel as leaden and listless as Juan's sputtering engine.Read Full Review »
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