The Coen Brothers, who have been making movies for over thirty years now, are master craftsman; say what you will about the many films they’ve made, but each has an unmistakable, distinctive authorial beat.
What does it mean to be a good person? Is it a small thing, or is it big? Is it enough to try?
A film as ambiguous as Barton Fink invites multiple readings.
Miller’s Crossing is a tribute film, a mafia movie made of noir’s most elegant frames: Scarface, The Conformist, Le Samourai, and The Godfather refashioned in the brothers’ comically bloody hand.
More interested in mise-en-scene than humanity, Blood Simple is a damn good thesis project that mostly succeeds.
Hail, Caesar! is a movie about movies.
The third time I saw The Big Lebowski was just this last summer, alone, on my laptop, and I recognized that what I feel for Donny is not just love, it’s adoration.
So many great people’s words have changed my life, and perhaps now mine will change yours.
There is only one appropriate drink to accompany a much-deserved rewatch of Inside Llewyn Davis, especially if existing feels rough and you need something a bit stronger than a good night’s sleep.
