Synopsis
In Greenwich Village in the early 1960s, gifted but volatile folk musician Llewyn Davis struggles with money, relationships, and his uncertain future.
In Greenwich Village in the early 1960s, gifted but volatile folk musician Llewyn Davis struggles with money, relationships, and his uncertain future.
Oscar Isaac Carey Mulligan Justin Timberlake Ethan Phillips Robin Bartlett Max Casella Jerry Grayson Jeanine Serralles Adam Driver Stark Sands John Goodman Garrett Hedlund Alex Karpovsky Helen Hong Bradley Mott Michael Rosner Bonnie Rose Jack O'Connell Ricardo Cordero Sylvia Kauders Ian Jarvis Diane Findlay Ian Blackman Steve Routman Susan Blommaert Amelia McClain James Colby Charlotte Booker Mike Houston Show All…
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Sometimes the exact movie you needed at that exact moment naturally comes along and there's really no better feeling in the world. Don't know where Inside Llewyn Davis has been all my life, but I'm glad it showed up now.
Glossing over the Coen's filmography confirms my immediate sentiment after finishing Inside Llewyn Davis. I have never been moved by one of their films. That is not what they do. They craft tales that shy the beaten path, fill them with semi-human characters and embrace the style they are working in wholeheartedly.
Inside Llewyn Davis has all the hallmarks of a Coen film. With one trump up its sleeve causing me to allow this film to grip me, shake me and leave me the same way it leaves its protagonist. With a wry smile and an empty heart. That trump is Llewyn Davis and his portayer, Oscar Isaac, who gives one of the best performances of that year.
With the…
a hell of a lot of truth in this. a hell of a lot of truth. broad cuts at the divide between living & simply being alive, but perhaps more than anything else a gently devastating look at how people change (or how they don't). need to let this one kick around (and will surely revisit a ridiculous number of times over the years) but already comfortable saying that it's up there with the the Coen brothers' very best.
When are the Coens going to admit that they are really just incredible record producers with a really good sense for dramatic irony
i don’t wanna seem dramatic but oscar isaac is really the most beautiful man of all time. this isn’t even remotely subjective it’s just the truth so jot that down
"Llewyn is the cat."
Even richer on second viewing. I feel you could watch this movie 100 times and not reach bottom. I laughed more, and I was moved more, and one performance choked me up more.
Someone needs to do a video essay putting the opening and closing scenes side by side, comparing and contrasting each shot and line reading, and examining what's changed and what stays the same, and why.
pre-star wars oscar isaac and adam driver singing the words “please don’t shoot me into outer space” together is something very amusing to me 🤠
Movies are made about people with immense talent, and occasionally comedies are made about people with no talent, but rarely are movies made about people with some talent. In some ways it’s the ultimate tragedy.
One of my favorite Coen brothers
Llewyn: "Hey, Mr. Turner, I'm wondering. Would that cane fit all the way up your ass, or would a little bit stay sticking out?"
Mr. Turner: "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kil
97/100
An odyssey through cigarette smoke, carrying a lonely soul from couch to couch and from disappointment to disappointment. Chilly, wintry cinema, packed with typical Coens humor (I could listen to Mulligan rant about condoms for days) but also distanced from the crisp time-period that it's depicting. Like the Coen Brothers have said, there's no need to parody the folk genre as everything is right up there on the screen, but there's still a plethora of swelling comfort and unwelcoming depression to be found, sliding a detailed character study into the aura of a peculiar environment. My favorite Coen Brothers film, and if I had to pick one reason why, I'd point you to the moment where an orange tabby cat experiences the rush of the subway for the first time, following the rapid lights as they strobe into oblivion.