With a brutal New York winter as the backdrop, morose folksinger Llewyn Davis struggles to find success and keep his life in order among the blossoming Greenwich Village folk scene of the early sixties.
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I was told that this was the first Coen film with "soul" and although I thoroughly enjoyed the soundtrack, I'm wondering if maybe I missed the plot? Dark, funny and entertaining, but I'm afraid I won't remember much of the film in a year from now ...
Joel & Ethan at their most stylistically consistent (and dour); "Inside Llewyn Davis" is a moody, mature, understated tone-poem of a film that bravely laments a world where talent and success don't always (or even often) go hand-in-hand. What is the price of artistic integrity? Further proof that Isaac -- with his world-weary eyes and contemplative frown -- is one of the most versatile actors working today.
Hard to be a hero when you're hungry and cold and don't know where to sleep at nights. Llewyn should have gone to Florida and given it a try there. That's what I'd have done had I been in his place. On the other side, I didn't become George Clooney either. But the fact is that I didn't try very hard. After all, I don't care. Highly recommended.
One of the few American films of the last 16 years that possesses the same textured, lived in quality of a novel. The viewer gets the sense that this world and these characters have existed long before the first frame and will continue long after. There's something subversive about the script's notion that frustrated purists who find commercial success elusive may, more often than not, be their own worst enemies.
I dislike American folk music the way some people have an aversion to patchouli. Also, my beloved cat passed away the day before I saw this, which negated any possibility of empathizing with Llewyn for his animal cruelty. That I can still give this film 3 stars is a testament to the Coens' gifts. The maddeningly simple yet spellbinding Sisyphean loop will not leave my brain.
3 1/2 out of 5 stars. Inside Llewyn Davis wasn't at all what I expected but that's neither good or bad here. Very little in the way of the Coens' fingerprints here but the music and cast were great. Oscar Issac was great but by the end and despite probably the point of the movie Davis is just too much of a dick for me to sign off on the movie as a whole. This was like O Brother Where Art Thou's humorless asshole son.
Had it not been for my implicit trust in the Coen brothers to transcend even the most unpromising materials, the insipid simu-folk that opens and over-occupies this film would have proven unstomachable. But the old alchemy still works; the meowbius strip narrative gains gravity as it goes, finding its own curious rhythm as it develops into another anti-saga of the hero's inertia.
A subtle, realistic portrait of an angst ridden indie musician with a self sabotaging ego. Most people never 'make' it; that's reality. Lovely musical sequences and some great performances (John Goodman) round this one out with a nice visual gag of the screenwriting concept of 'save the cat'. Not as black as the Coen's usual journey but better than True Grit. 3.5 Stars