All Happy Families Are Alike: Jim Jarmusch’s Unsentimental Father Mother Sister Brother

FATHER MOTHER SISTER BROTHER
(Jim Jarmusch, USA, 2025, 110 minutes) 

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.--Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877)

After dancing to the beat of his own minimalist, post-punk drum for 45 years now, I wouldn't expect filmmaker and musician Jim Jarmusch to turn into a sentimentalist just because he's entered his eighth decade and, thank goodness, he hasn't. That would be a pretty disappointing turn of events.  

Much like 2005's Broken Flowers, though, in which Bill Murray's aging Lothario attempts to locate the son he never knew, Father Mother Sister Brother finds the 72-year-old filmmaker in a reflective, stock-taking mood. 

Though he's always kept his personal life to himself, Jarmusch has been in a partnership with producer/director Sara Driver for nearly 50 years, and the same daughter who inspired him to cast Selena Gomez in 2019's The Dead Don't Die, is now in her 20s. (For those unfamiliar with Driver's work, I suggest starting with her very good Jean-Michel Basquiat documentary.) 

In the first story, Father, two adult children, Emily (Mayim Bialik, most recently of Jeopardy!) and Jeff (Adam Driver, so terrific in 2016's Patterson) take a road trip to rural New Jersey to visit their estranged father (Tom Waits, who first worked with Jarmusch on 1986's jailbird picaresque Down by Law). 

Neither is looking forward to it. To them, he's just an old coot who's been cadging them for money for years. If anything, Jeff is the softest touch, while Emily is more skeptical (the actors are very good together). Only four years older than Jarmusch, Waits looks even older, though it's always a treat to see him on screen, especially in the films of Jarmusch and the Coen brothers, who have the best handle on his well-honed comedic skills. 

The three proceed to have an awkward, but not completely unpleasant visit filled with water and tea–Father isn't exactly living large. Or is he? It's clear they don't trust the guy, but they don't really know him either, since he keeps surprising them in various ways. It feels like there's something he's trying to say, possibly about his estate, since Jarmusch makes the most of pregnant pauses–something he's been doing since at least 1984's Stranger Than Paradise–but the conclusion relies more on actions than words. 

Mother presents a parent-child relationship from another perspective as a proper British mother (Charlotte Rampling) waits in her Dublin home for her daughters, Timothea (Cate Blanchett, reuniting with Jarmusch after 2002's Coffee and Cigarettes) and Lilith (the ever-versatile Vicky Krieps), to drop by for a visit. The former looks like a square in her oversized glasses and sensible shoes, while the latter looks like a Fassbinder player with her pink hair and fake fur coat (though Catherine George designed the costumes, producer Saint Laurent, the French design house, made them).  

Another awkward tea party ensues, though not for the same reasons. Most everything Lilith tells her mother, a successful author, is a lie. She wants her to think she's a heterosexual with a wealthy fiancé, but she doesn't appear to be or to have either of those things (Irish actress Sarah Greene assists with the charade). Though Father has a conclusive ending, this story doesn't, other than to establish that the sisters, differences aside, get along well enough.Their mother, however, is like a stranger, though Timothea puts up a better front than Lilith, who may never meet with her approval. 

The film ends with Sister Brother in which twins Skye (Pose's nonbinary Indya Moore) and Billy (Luka Sabbat, who made his feature debut in The Dead Don't Die) reconnect in Paris after the death of their parents (they're at least the second set of non-white twins to appears in a Jarmusch film after Spike Lee's siblings, Cinqué and Joie, in Coffee and Cigarettes).

One has short hair, while the other has long dreadlocks, but they both favor black leather jackets. They're also younger than the other siblings, in addition to more thoughtful and less anxious. If the brother swears by his daily micro-dose regimen, the drug-free sister is fine with the occasional shot of espresso. 

While paying their respects to the now-empty flat in which they grew up, they have an exchange with the landlady (Françoise Lebrun from Jean Eustache's The Mother and the Whore, a Jarmusch favorite). It's a brief, but touching moment that wouldn't work as well with another actress. 

If their parents also come across as mysterious, there's less tension here with the not knowing; with the fact that there was a lot about their American-born parents they didn't know–and now they never will.

Father Mother Sister Brother is Jarmusch's fourth anthology film, though I wouldn't say it completes a quartet, since it's as different from the tales of cultural dislocation in 1989's Mystery Train as the dark nights of the driver-and-passenger souls in 1991's geographically-diverse Night on Earth as the comic vignettes about addiction and obsession in Coffee and Cigarettes.

Granted, there's a lot of driving in this film, shot by Frederick Elmes and Yorick Le Saux from the front seat, so it feels like we're in cars with the characters as roads in New Jersey, Dublin, and Paris stretch ahead of them into futures unwritten.

Like Krzysztof Kieślowski's Three Colours Trilogy, in which a pensioner struggles to place a bottle in a recycling receptacle in each film, Jarmusch includes certain details in each section: color coordination (Mother is fairly horrified), a Rolex that may or may not be real, toasts with water, tea and espresso ("Can you toast with tea?," asks the literal-minded Jeff), tables laden with beverages shot from above, and skateboarders snaking in front of and around moving vehicles before slowing down and speeding up again. 

The film begins and ends with an electric guitar-and-synth score from Jarmusch and German-British artist Anika (they both record for Sacred Bones). The music returns between each section alongside imagery that recalls Jeremy Blake's interstitials for P.T. Anderson’s Punch-Drunk Love. 

Anika also sings a couple of covers in her heavily-accented style, Classics IV's "Spooky," which  appears in its original form, as well, and Nico's "These Days." If a little wobbly on the former, she's quite effective on the latter. I'm not sure if there's any significance, but both songs debuted in 1967.  

Since it premiered at the Venice Film Festival last year, where it won the Golden Lion, some critics have described Father Mother Sister Brother as a return to form, which seems like another way of saying that they didn't like The Dead Don't Die, his sole foray into zom-com territory, except Jarmusch's filmography has always had its ups and downs, so I wouldn't go that far.  

All told, it's one of his most understated films, even as it asks some of the biggest questions, like, "Can we ever really know our parents?" And, "Can we ever really know our kids?" In each case, the answer is a resounding no. 

Since I know little about Jarmusch's off-screen life, I couldn't say whether he took inspiration from his relationships with his parents or with his daughter, but only the third chapter asks: "Does it really matter?" He doesn't hesitate to provide a definitive answer...though yours may be entirely different. 

Father Mother Sister Brother opens in Seattle at SIFF Film Center on Jan 9. Image from The New Yorker via Bethuel / Vague Notion / MUBI (Indya Moore and Luka Sabbat), Consequence (Tom Waits and Mayim Bialik), AP News (Françoise Lebrun), and First Showing (Moore and Sabbat).