Man, it'd be so cool to have Jim Jarmusch's life. You'd get that awesome white-before-your-time, impeccably high pompadour. You'd get to go around smoking cigarettes and occasionally playing in bands -- you know, just when you feel like it. You'd be into everything way before it was hip.

And every five years or so to make your "living" you'd get to make a hyper-cool movie with all the awesome actors and musicians you know, like this hyper-cool indie gem that follows three sets of intersecting stories of those adrift in Memphis, Tennessee. It's a tribute to the city that's home to Stax, Sun Studio, Graceland, and The King himself, Elvis Presley, all done in high Jarmusch-ian style: witty, laconic, and beautifully shot (thanks to cinematographer Robby Müller), and featuring a veritable roundup of cool-ass musician types like the Clash's Joe Strummer, the late-great Screamin' Jay Hawkins, and even Tom Waits as an unseen disc jockey.