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Bruno DelbonnelCast:
Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake, John Goodman, Garrett Hedlund, Adam Driver, F. Murray Abraham, Max Casella, Ethan Phillips, Robin Bartlett (more)Plots(1)
Follow a week in the life of a young folk singer as he navigates the Greenwich Village folk scene of 1961. Guitar in tow, huddled against the unforgiving New York winter, he is struggling to make it as a musician against seemingly insurmountable obstacles - some of them of his own making. (official distributor synopsis)
Reviews (10)
A movie that, in my eyes, makes up for the fact that it talks about unpleasant life situations in an all-too-pleasant way. The steady pace of the episodic narrative is this time not disrupted (in a positive sense) by any exceptional supporting character or any charming filmmaking idea by which the Coens dissect the superficiality and get down to their typical atmospheric poeticism. Isaac is fine and the music is nice, though it will be appreciated mostly by folk enthusiasts older than 80 or so :) 70%
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The Coen brothers in chill-out mode. This not very ambitious but pleasantly relaxing underground flick has no plot, but its atmosphere is excellent in places – especially during the brilliantly edited (including great work with sounds) car journey to Chicago, dominated by the film’s best character (played by John Goodman). As a whole, however, the film is unsatisfactory, it does not give the audience what it is waiting for. Factotum, also a story about an underdog/loser, was formally more conventional, but with more entertaining content.
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“Where’s its scrotum?” Joel and Ethan Coen attempt to penetrate the inner life of another one their down downtrodden heroes and succeed at least as well as they did in the Kafkaesque Barton Fink (which also featured an artistic setting, the futile efforts of an artist and the thematisation of the relationship between art and commerce) or in the apocalyptic A Serious Man (the unfortunate feeling that the protagonist “owes” his misfortune to a higher power). The film also recalls the Homeric comedy O Brother, Where Art Thou? with its exploration of the roots of American pop music and the Coens’ revived collaboration with music producer T Bone Burnett. ___ It thus isn’t true that Inside Llewyn Davis would be a lesser “Coen-ian” film. At most, it is more perceptive with respect to its protagonist. And rightly so. In comparison with the characters in the above-mentioned films, Llewyn is both more active and more talented, due to which he is of course viewed with greater understanding and less cynical condescension, though the brothers leave it to us to judge whether Llewyn’s unassertiveness is a sign of defeatism or merely an unwillingness to sell out. ___ Llewyn’s multi-day struggle, during which he is mostly kept company only by an orange tomcat, begins with a slammed door and continues with the loss of his money, cheery prospects and even his own identity (when he loses not only his last few dollars, but also his ID). Though his agent likes people, this is manifested in his frequent attendance of funerals rather than in intensively seeking out work for his client. Conversely, the hatred that Llewyn’s ex-girlfriend holds for him is intense (Carey Mulligan again tries through most of the film to perform in the same acting mode, which this time is hysterical), as she is shocked by the protagonist’s ignorant attitude toward his own and others’ past and future. ___ It’s true that Llewyn doesn’t do much planning, he’s not strong-willed and he more or less freely lets the world pass him by. Perhaps because of his indiscipline and inability to take life firmly in his hands and assert his interests, he repeatedly finds himself in similarly unenviable situations, ending his ill-fated journey where it began. We can only wonder whether the film begins with a flashforward or ends with a flashback, whether the epilogue is supposed to be a statement on Llewyn’s incorrigibility or something else entirely. ___ Though he would perhaps want to, Llewyn Davis does not decide his own fate. Fate, perhaps embodied in a cat with a very meaningful name, rather calls the shots for him. With its absurdist hopelessness, the film is reminiscent of another story of a man who didn’t know what to do with a cat, Juráček’s A Character in Need of Support. The tone of the spiralling narrative is set immediately by the first of the soundtrack’s numerous balladic songs, in which Llewyn sings about how he has travelled around the world and wouldn’t mind if he died. It’s as if his acceptance of his assigned role as a supporting character is manifested in his choice of songs. It is characteristic of his life story that while Bob Dylan is onstage getting ready to enchant the audience, Llewyn is being beaten by a stranger in a back alley (the recurring image of Llewyn walking alone is an apt variation on the cover art of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, in which we see a happy pair of lovers). __ But to what extent is Llewyn’s passivity voluntary and to what extent does it stem from the fact that others accept (or reject) him. Most of the characters either cannot remember his name (the devilish John Goodman as a jazzman with an outsized ego) or – as if he did not exist in and of himself – try to assign him to someone else, such as to the infirm father who responds to his son’s musical output with a display of incontinence and thus paradoxically shows himself to be a more receptive listener than music producer Bud Grossman. ___ The reason for Llewyn’s unpopularity and the fact that he doesn’t fit into any environment may be his stubborn inflexibility, which prevents him from singing other people’s songs more often, for example. But is rejection by the outside world too high a price for maintaining his own authenticity? Though music is the most natural form of self-expression for him and he exhibits a certain self-assuredness only when he is playing, does Llewyn really know what his authentic self looks like? Or does confronting it make him uneasy, just like the knowledge that somewhere in Akron his child is toddling and babbling? He thought he had resolved the issue of the child, but she comes back like a boomerang, just as the cat and the thought of Mike’s suicide disappear and return. The feeling of loss never subsides. Instead, like a doppelgänger, it accompanies the protagonist everywhere he goes. ___ With cool visuals and settings such as narrow hallways with double doors at the end (of which Llewyn always naturally chooses the worse one), the Coens succeed in brilliantly expressing the anxiety of a world that is constantly pushing us to make fundamental decisions. Impactful editing and the equally apt use of interludes (the endless journey to Chicago), original swearing (“King Midas’s idiot brother”), bizarre characters (the man on the subway, the elevator operator) and even more bizarre names (Howard Greenfung) turn individual scenes into brilliantly timed gags. Bolstered by appropriately chosen songs, the melancholic atmosphere of failure is the main unifying element of the narrative. The film lacks a traditional plot structure with multiple dramatic acts and a catharsis at the end. The Coens do not try to combine the individual picaresque incidents into a unified narrative flow. The film is a drama without a third act, indicating – among other things – that Llewyn is the hero of a story taking place against the backdrop of bigger stories (in the spirit of Life of Brian). After the exposition and initial complication, there are just more and more complications. ___ The universal questions that the Coens examine this time involve the (in)voluntariness of choice due to one’s own convictions and the demands of the public. Instead of simple answers, they offer a wonderfully melancholic comedy that will resonate in my head for a long time to come. 90%
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Llewyn and I missed each other - not completely, but we just walked along the same sidewalk, and he talked and sang and I understood him, in every ironic gloss of his miserable self-centered life. Finally, he stopped, disappeared into a side alley, and then cried out that he didn't give a damn, that it suited him and he'd stay stuck there while I went on.
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The Coen brothers and their ideas are just really fun. It’s true that they don’t always nail it, but that’s the way life is. Some things just don’t turn out well. It might be given by the fact that when it comes to the story and its atmosphere, it’s simply non-interchangeable with anything else in the industry. And I have to admit, I really enjoyed the story of the musician Llewyn Davis. I enjoyed the campfire music he sang there, I liked the cat, but I was also interested in the thought processes that put Oscar Isaac on thin ice one minute after another. I really felt like I was inside that character’s head. And that ending? It was so dreamy… I love this kind of movie endings. If you love Bob Dylan, you’ll like the movie too. The Coen brothers are just good at this.
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The saddest film by the Coen brothers with their unrivaled, least sympathetic protagonist. It sounds like a bittersweet folk hit about a guy who was out of it his entire life. You know exactly where the verse, the chorus and the specific rhyme belong. And that's the power of a simple song that crept under my skin like frost and the purring of a cat. Nothing profound, just a beautiful experience that needs no explanation / defense. [85%]
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Inside Llewyn Davis is a film that has provoked remarkably contradictory reactions. Film critics nodded approvingly and spoke of the most fundamental music film of the decade, and perhaps the most fundamental film ever devoted to folk music. The music scene shook its head disapprovingly and claimed that it was not like that, or rather that it perceived that time, events, and places that were described completely differently. The reality is this: the Greenwich Village neighborhood has an exceptional place in American cultural tradition. It was the neighborhood of famous writers, freethinkers, and bohemians, where non-conforming individuals of all possible categories and social classes gathered. In the 1930s, they broke social taboos and opened the front door of the music club to African Americans. The local society consumed drugs and practiced free love long before the hippie movement emerged. In the early 1960s, the folk revolution started there. Numerous amateur enthusiasts emerged, clubs sprouted up like mushrooms after rain, and musical performances became common in bars and cafés. Folk blossomed and merged with rock and other genres. Today's musicians largely associate the birth of modern music, as we know it today, with Greenwich Village and the time period in which the film is set. In their eyes, it is an amazingly positive, innovative, energetic, and romantic matter. However, the Coens approached it from the other side. Every revolution has its victims and losers. Overnight, new stars overwhelmed familiar faces of the past, enthusiasts had no problem performing for free, and professionals found themselves without engagements. The directing duo loosely drew from the memoirs of folk singer Dave Van Ronk, who did not stand a chance in the fierce competition. In their interpretation, the story of the main character has a gloomy atmosphere; it is the story of a man who sinks to the bottom and doesn't know how to defend himself. It is a depressing matter where bleak prospects intertwine with the self-destructive character of the protagonist. Personally, I argue that it is one of the best Coen pieces, an intimate experience that I fell in love with. However, you will have to be okay with the fact that the film has a melancholic tone and a slow pace. Overall impression: 90%.
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And they didn't disappoint again! Those Coens are some crazy bros. Inside Llewyn Davis is a wonderfully melancholic affair that manages to evoke smiles, laughter and moments of tense silence full of subtle emotions. All this accompanied by an excellent soundtrack, perfect actors and an incredibly great passage of the journey to Chicago, in which John Goodman shines in particular and which is one of the best things the Coens have ever written and directed. I was waiting for Bob Dylan to appear in the film the entire time, and still nothing... Then at the end... Or was it at the beginning? Go see for yourself.
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At certain moments, the uncomfortably familiar feeling of being lost, weary, and lonely during the grayest American winter in many years. It could perhaps be argued that the muted colors go a little too far in the overall bleakness of the film, but to its credit it is constant in its mood throughout and doesn't really offer any way out that would otherwise kind of belie itself. A surreal journey of several days to Chicago, where time stretches out into a seemingly endless black mass from which there is no escape, as all around is a frost-covered wasteland bordered by cones of car lights, is the Coen brothers' darkest period. "I'm tired. I thought I just needed a night's sleep but it's more than that."
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Even though the Coen brothers maintain their poetic style and this film has absolutely great music, it's not something I would consider exceptional. The Coens are riding their absurd drama about a singer, we follow his fate, his "success" over one week, but to make the impression stronger, like him, we also do not find a resolution. Unfortunately, this isn't a film that captivated me, no matter how well it might be filmed.
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