The first movie threatened the integrity of the X-Men universe, which was in the middle of that odd prequel reboot cycle. But now that the X-Men franchise has imploded on its own it is much more comfortable that Deadpool scoops up the remains and lets it exist in the fringes. Or rather let this movie exist as a step sibling of the more respectable but more failing series. It helps that this is also contrasting by being a lot of fun, with a more relaxed relationship with its R-rating. Ultimately it is every bit as forgettable as the first one, but without the bitter aftertaste.
What a revelation Shelledy Duvall is in this! She's perfectly cast as someone who appears all put together and popular through the eyes of Sissy Spacek's Pinky, but sad and pathetic when the other perspectives break through. And then finally stepping into herself as yet another persona. It's heartbreaking how she ignores the voices that tell the audience that she's a bit of a fraud, and Duvall plays it with just enough subtlety to make it a little ambivalent.
The first time I watched this movie I enjoyed it but wasn't blown away. I think I was expecting something more surreal after loving Dream (Bi-mong). This time around I was struck by how similar those movies are, and I'm a bit surprised I didn't appreciate it more before.
The gradual introduction to the protagonists' world says enough about the whole movie. You get an image of the male character looking for something that he doesn't have, and then you…
I don't understand how the Coens manage to make stories that appear cynically dark but infusing them with a warmth and humor. This story of a singer-songwriter with a romanticized self-image is a hilarious tribute to struggling artists and the way they can sabotage themselves. Llewyn Davis writes nonsensical lyrics as he hasn't lived anything to write about, since that would cramp his artistic style and not let him live. This type of warped self-image is standard for the Coens…