phinsjake’s review published on Letterboxd:
“If it was never new, and it never gets old, it’s a folk song.”
- Llewyn Davis
A story filled with dejection and drowsiness, and honestly not a lot of hope, so naturally it gripped me from the first scene. Which to be fair, that opening/closing number was shot exquisitely (as was the entire film, god bless Bruno Delbonnel).
The Coens’ gloomiest, yet most cathartic film perhaps?
The immediate impact of this story on me is that same, unequivocal pang of complete and utter tiredness that Oscar Isaac so persistently exudes from his face the whole film. Actual post-marathon level exhaustion from watching a <2 hour runtime of a guy hitchhiking with his guitar and bumming cigarettes off of anyone who’ll let him (though this obviously excludes Garrett Hedlund).