jacob i.’s review published on Letterboxd:
Tell me who ya love,
tell me who ya love.
A much needed rewatch after my living arrangements were recently fucked with. I love how Llewyn’s anxiety isn’t illustrated with rapid editing or sound design, rather just how the Coens manage to extract the most complex emotions from the simplest compositions. Davis hitchhikes from couch to couch in search of not only a career but also himself. He’s a natural born fuckup, just like me, just like a lot of us.
Also, I think this is the best color palette in any movie ever?