Coen brothers, Ranked

Don’t even know why I’m bothering, to be honest, as after the first four the rest could be tied for fifth (save the bottom three). God help me, I cannot get enough of the Coens and their backward fondness for humanity buried in cynical, Flannery O’Connor-esque caricatures and grotesqueries. There’s almost always something to adore about their twisted tales, whether it’s such well-crafted noir odes as Miller’s Crossing, The Man Who Wasn’t There and Blood Simple, t he proud anti-narrative of self-annihilating parodies of same (The Big Lebowski, Burn After Reading), shaggy dog explorations of Kafka (A...