Ok so I'm going to be honest, I'm not usually a fan of folk music. The sparing use of tonality, the repetitive words, not to mention the mundane drones. Pass. But after stumbling across the trailer of this Coen brothers masterpiece whilst on my daily perusal of youtube, I knew that I simply had to swallow my pride and head straight to the nearest cinema (ear plugs for the folky outbursts in tow).
And boy was I right.
Inside Llewyn Davis, is the story of a remarkably talented and imperfectly handsome loser/folk singer struggling to make it big in the apple, well 1960s Greenwich Village to be precise. Everything about this film oozes melancholia at its finest - be it the ghostly figure of the man who drives the car to Chicago, the dramatic escape of an academic couple's ginger cat or the subtle hints of Llewyn's music partner's suicidal end. Who ever said melancholia was a bad thing? Quite the contrary. For this sad individual's lonely and bleak life not only makes you feel his suffering but actually induces you to actually think about it too.
See it, think it, live it.
Images by Flicks and Bits, Filmmisery, Uncut and The Telegraph
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