All is Llewyen, the Lost Snowpiercer
We'll always have Paris! Llewyn Davis and I, that is. as the Coen Brothers' Inside Llewyn Davis is the first movie I saw in Paris, a few weeks ahead of its US release, at the UGC Rotunde. A good film to see in France as it was a star of the Cannes Film Festival, and Joel and Ethan Coen poster children for the auteur theory of cinema. I am not a fan of the Coen Brothers. It is nearing 30 years since I saw Blood Simple while in college and couldn't understand the fuss, and for most of the 30 years since I haven't understood the fuss. I have skipped the occasional film of theirs, loathed some I have seen (Barton Fink), liked the wrong films (Burn After Reading). By those standards, I have to say that I consider Inside Llewyn Davis to be one of the best films by the Coen Brothers. Llewyn is a bit of a schlemiel, to use a Yiddush term. The kind of person who lets a cat escape though an open window but tries to make it right. Who isn't quite a great musicia...