Note to readers who shun foreign films: The band members do speak broken English, and subtitles are not required beyond the opening minutes. The odd comedies of Finnish director Aki Kaurismaki may be an acquired taste, but it is one which more and more people are getting. They buy a giant black Cadillac the junkyard dealer is Jarmusch himself and hit the road for Mexico. Quick to prey upon the Cowboys' golden talents, a promoter books them to perform at his cousin's wedding. Meanwhile, Igor, who stowed away on the plane, follows the band by his own means of transportation. The group immediately buys some secondhand records and learns this new style.
These eight Finnish lads seven living, one very frozen corpse are dressed as they think true hipster musicians should be ducktails, sunglasses, fur coats, pointy-toed shoes , and they head off for New York. All the while they are being driven on and exploited by their money and food hoarding manager Vladimir Matti Pellonpää , who has a seemingly unlimited supply of beer in the ice-filled coffin. There they encounter yet another wise guy, who sends them off to Mexico by car to play at his cousin's wedding he apparently hates his cousin. Its humor is amusing rather than funny -- this is the sort of movie where you rarely laugh, but steadily smile. Igor, the village idiot from their homeland, adds some mirth as he haplessly trails the group, hoping to give them an oversized fish he caught.
However, the tale has a unique, alien charm that balances its flaws. They favor dark sunglasses, exaggerated Winklepicker shoes and ludicrous quiff haircuts that make Lyle Lovett look like Richie Cunningham. . Along the way, they get bookings wherever they can, learn American music styles, and get along fabulously by their reckoning. They buy a used 1975 Cadillac Fleetwood 75 Limousine, strap the coffin carrying their frozen band member onto the roof and set off to earn their way through the Deep South, adapting their musical style to suit local tastes at each new location. I created this video with the YouTube Studio Creator.
When he finally catches up with them, they appoint him as their road manager. On the way, they pass through the Deep South, playing bizarre gigs at rundown bars and clubs. In fact, in order to stop having to listen to them, a local record producer advises them to go to America, and paints a glowing picture of the success they will enjoy there. Their musicianship is reasonably solid, but the vocals are hopeless. The Leningrad Cowboys are a large Siberian group who play traditional polkas. Most of the humor is provided by the band's shady manager Vladimir, who buys them onions for meals while hiding a private stockpile of beer. .
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