But I know they're there.
In Dead Man, Depp plays William Blake, a mild mannered Cleveland clerk heading out into the wild West for a job opportunity. His surrealistic journey begins on a rough train and gets increasingly bizarre, dangerous and finally lethal. Depp plays Blake like a holy innocent adrift in a muddy world of cutthroats and degenerates, bemused and constantly off-kilter. The star-studded cast keeps surprising you -- one of Robert Mitchum's last roles, and he is simply wonderful in it -- and Blake, who inevitably ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and usually covered in blood, passes through the events uncomprehendingly.
It's a truly strange film and not one that will suit many viewers. I'm a sucker for a film with both Johnny Depp and lots of lines from William Blake's poetry, but I know that makes me something of a rara avis. It tanked when it opened despite the illustrious cast and the evocative soundtrack by Neil Young. Perhaps my fave among the cameos is Michael Wincott, who turns in a gut-bustingly funny performance as a chatterbox bounty hunter; his best line, "'Course you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation talkin' to a bear... talkin' to a goddamn bear!" He drives Lance Henriksen's more taciturn bounty hunter around the bend. Look for Iggy Pop in a dress. Hee.
See Todd's blog for the round up of TOFs!