There are reasons for Davis’ assholeishness. First, his singing and songwriting partner is dead, and it becomes clear he’s not over the loss. Second, he has no winter coat, and it’s colder than shit. Third, he has no regular place to live. Fourth, the early 1960s folk movement doesn’t seem to want him.
What Inside Llewyn Davis has going for it is some superior cinematography (by Bruno Delbonnel), music and performances. What it doesn’t have is a story that’s worth giving a crap about. This movie is a character piece, and if character pieces about unrepentant douchebags aren’t your cup of tea, steer clear.
It’s a pity the movie itself isn’t more enjoyable because it has so many things going for it. Sure-footed direction, good music and a charming cat. Isaac is excellent, and it’s a pity his first lead performance isn’t of someone who’s slightly more appealing.
Still, there are worse movies out there (see: Lone Survivor).
Upgrade to “Ok” if you’re a Coen devotee.
Directed by Joel & Ethan Coen
With Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan and Justin Timberlake
UA DeVargas 6