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. When he finally catches up with them, they appoint him as their road manager. Along the way, they get bookings wherever they can, learn American music styles, and get along fabulously by their reckoning. They buy a giant black Cadillac the junkyard dealer is Jarmusch himself and hit the road for Mexico. Its humor is amusing rather than funny -- this is the sort of movie where you rarely laugh, but steadily smile. 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.
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. 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. However, the tale has a unique, alien charm that balances its flaws. 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.
The group immediately buys some secondhand records and learns this new style. The Leningrad Cowboys are a large Siberian group who play traditional polkas. Note to readers who shun foreign films: The band members do speak broken English, and subtitles are not required beyond the opening minutes. 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. On the way, they pass through the Deep South, playing bizarre gigs at rundown bars and clubs. I created this video with the YouTube Studio Creator.
The odd comedies of Finnish director Aki Kaurismaki may be an acquired taste, but it is one which more and more people are getting. . Their musicianship is reasonably solid, but the vocals are hopeless. 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. 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. They favor dark sunglasses, exaggerated Winklepicker shoes and ludicrous quiff haircuts that make Lyle Lovett look like Richie Cunningham.
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