Today: Martin Luther King Day. Like a lot of people, I had the day off. This allowed me to schedule an earlier appointment for a cleaning at my dentist's office. Which left a little time afterwards.
I wound up seeing Inside Llewyn Davis. It continues a trend I hadn't really thought of until today, as far as the Coen Brothers go. While you might expect filmmakers entering a mature phase to do more crowdpleasing movies, as the tendency is, they've sort of been going in the other direction. The films they've made in teh 21st century have by and large been bleak, with sympathetic characters falling into awful fates.
Some might quibble about how sympathetic Llewyn Davis is. The character is, by the way, modeled on Dave Van Ronk, probably a little looser than Barton Fink was on Clifford Odets. He's snotty for the most part, inappropriate at times. But I found it hard not to feel for him. His dilemma is an acute one, in that he can't make a living doing what he loves. He can't see a way out of it, either.
The movie does have excellent music, of course, much of it sung and played by the cast. It also features the return of John Goodman to the Coen fold. His character - a burnt out junkie jazz musician - is undeniably an asshole, and just as undeniably has style.