Monday, August 31, 2009

Me and them Coen Brothers


I'm not a fan of the Coen Brothers. The look and feel of their movies is distasteful to me, and -- try as I might -- I can't put myself into orbit around their pitchers.

I really respected and admired No Country For Old Men; it's about as close as I've come to liking one of their movies. I also can give myself over to the Lebowski vibe if in the right frame o' mind.

{and yes, I know about [fill in the blank with a title]. I'm not forgetting about that one (which you loved) -- I just didn't dig it}

In a long weekend filled with work work work, I repaired to the home of my Lady Friend on Saturday night all tense and unhappy [see work work work. . .]. We settled in to watch on demand.

I enjoyed it. I don't know if I can say I liked it; that look and feel is undeniable [hell, it's what makes them them.

But I laughed a lot, and I was fully engaged.

I note two things:

(1) it really, really is a film about Washington D.C. I have been to that party -- *every* DC party is that party. And the office scenes and gym scenes are on the money;

(2) the brothers succeeded in making a film that has no heroic, or even likable character. None.

I actually thought the decision was a little too obvious, and self-conscious. Every character, even if somewhat more pleasant or sympathetic, was flawed -- significantly flawed. And the flaws dominated each of them, and their actions, in the film. No character was depicted without doing something unlikable. The closest they got to a character not being an outright fuckhead was a short bit in the gym, where a guy [almost certainly a Washington lawyer] gets injured by Brad Pitt. Even that guy has to scream "something snapped in my ass!" and act like a douchebag. Besides that, everyone fucks up or is a dick, or both.

Good times.

1 comment:

Sgt. Cockring said...

Hater.