Film

Coffee and Cigarettes

Name: Coffee and Cigarettes
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 2004
Cast: Roberto Benigni, Steven Wright, Joie Lee, Cinqué Lee, Steve Buscemi

Eleven black-and-white vignettes of famous people doing nothing but sitting, sipping, smoking, and talking past each other — Jarmusch's deadpan mixtape of tiny human comedy. It's less a movie than a mood: no plot, no stakes, just rhythm, silence, and the specific awkwardness of shared tables. Perfect late-night, half-attention viewing for anyone who loves dialogue for its own sake and doesn't need a story to feel satisfied.

TMDb rating

6.9

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