Jim Jarmusch’s “Dead Man” — a Homeric makeover — had the potential of a good, even great movie. But in it he fell to the siren point-making (heavily) and instead made an anti-white, anti-Western screed, even planting factoids such as shooting of buffalo from train windows.

For my Homeric makeovers, I’ll take “Brother, where art thou?” if you don’t mind.

As in travels-of framework, of course.