Inside Llewyn Davis is
one of those movies that’s more fun to discuss afterward than it is to
watch. That’s partly because Davis (Oscar Isaac) is such a reprehensible
asshole, and it’s partly because the standard Coen brothers humor seems
forced and out of place this time around.
The old white guy is Jep (Toni Servillo, who’s better than the screenplay deserves), a man who wrote a successful novel in his 20s and then spent the next 40 years living the good life, writing the occasional article, and generally becoming a sad sack and a misanthrope.
A few months ago, Ron Howard’s Rush,
the biopic version of the rivalry between Formula 1 drivers Niki Lauda
and James Hunt, hit the big screen and sank quickly at the box office.
That’s too bad, because it’s a good movie, fast-paced, passionate and
heavy on the human drama, even if it’s easy to navigate.
Hey! Did you hear? Lance Armstrong lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied about doping. For years! And years! And he bullied people who challenged him! And sued them!