American audiences will decide soon enough if they share the Cannes crowds' enthusiam for Broken Flowers. But as far as Jarmusch is concerned, there's only one opinion that matters. ''Bill trusted me,'' he explains. ''I hope I did right by him.'' So he'd work with Murray again? ''Oh, man, I would love to,'' he says in what is probably the closest the hypercool filmmaker comes to gushing. ''I think I should give him a break, though. I don't want to say, 'Bill, let's do another one right away!' He might shoot me, he might run for the hills. But probably,'' Jarmusch says, ''he'd just look at me blankly and not say anything.'' Because he's Bill Murray. And with that face, he wouldn't need to say anything at all.

Originally posted Jul 29, 2005 Published in issue #832 Aug 05, 2005 Order article reprints
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