“Call it—Friendo.”

The American dream gone bust. The self-made man—Llewelyn Moss— finds he can handle everything but good fortune and true modern evil—the ruthless economy of drugs which turns everyone into a user, a pusher, or an enforcer. The metaphor is “Prey.” Early on he misses a long range shot at a deer. And the rest of the movie is his run from a sociopathic killer who will not stop till he has bagged him. There is no code of law, no cowboy rules of honor, there is only the blind luck of a coin flip. You take a shortcut to joy or riches and you fall into the American nightmare. The Coens continue to subvert and amaze.

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