Inside Llewyn Davis
Inside Llewyn Davis is a bizarre kind of time travelling machine that took me to places I remembered in my life. It felt as I watched it as if I'd been to a place exactly like so many of the homes, diners, clubs evoked. I recognized them. I didn't recognize them consciously, but on a weirdly deep level, and the sight of these places and people acted as a kind of...well it's like when you smell Vicks Vapo rub and are brought back to the time you were six years old, and sick, looking at the pictures in a yellowing Dennis The Menace paperback that collected old comics from the news paper. And the baby sitter came by and placed a hot water bottle next to you, but with a layer of blanket in between the bottle and your skin so you wouldn't burn.
When you see the people and places in this film you get a sense of them having existed before and after the moment we catch them. They are completely formed and we happen to catch a piece of their lives.
It's a pretty wonderful film and it's made me a bit puzzled, and sad, and nostalgic. It's the kind of film that probably won't win any Academy Awards, because it's not a "grand" film. It's unpresumptuous, and full of moments that can not be anticipated. It's strange and sometimes sad, and in some ways mythic.
When you see the people and places in this film you get a sense of them having existed before and after the moment we catch them. They are completely formed and we happen to catch a piece of their lives.
It's a pretty wonderful film and it's made me a bit puzzled, and sad, and nostalgic. It's the kind of film that probably won't win any Academy Awards, because it's not a "grand" film. It's unpresumptuous, and full of moments that can not be anticipated. It's strange and sometimes sad, and in some ways mythic.