...I think shrift stole the life I'm supposed to be leading, or something...

If it helps, sometimes I feel guilty for bogarting all the baby lesbians!

if it helps, sometimes I feel guilty for bogarting all the baby lesbians!

Heh. You're just taking reallllly good care of them for me, right?

Nah, I suppose I don't really need baby lesbians. Though they would be sort of entertaining to have around, being dramatic and cute and entertaining.

I had a baby lesbian once. It was a very weird night.

Oh. I think the "What heart?" thing was a change...by then he knew he'd lost the things he wanted, but he had to save himself anyway. I dunno, I guess to me he didn't engage in physical violence (so much) because he was brains, not muscle, but not so much from a moral stance. He didn't object to it, he just didn't want to do it himself; that wasn't his role.

I'm not sure that even touches on what's you're saying, but I'm free associating, so... there.

I was left in a vague place by the end. I felt I knew less about his motives and methods than I did halfway through.

Ah, that's probably a big reason why I like it. But I can see it making you feel "...And?"

I never felt I knew enough about what he wanted to know when it'd changed, or when he'd gotten (or been denied) it. He wanted to live, well enough, and I guess he wanted the girl because the guys in those movies usually do...but not deeply, because that's not how gangster movies are constructed.

When he puked on that second trip to Miller's Crossing I thought maybe we were seeing someone who wasn't able to deal with violence personally, although he'd stood next to it a lot--his mortality, or killing people. But then when he did kill Bernie it was such a non-event that I didn't feel the shift. They were just actions, in sequence. No momentum, no change in inertia, nothing.

Ah, that's probably a big reason why I like it.

Maybe if it were less crisp a movie I'd revel in the unsureness more. But it seemed so deliberate (and I don't mean that in a ponderous or lifeless way) that I felt left on the outside. Surely the Coen brothers could have communicated anything to me they wanted to...they have a firm handle on the medium. Yet? I got nothing. Not even confusion. Just a heaping pile of zero.

I guess I should try Barton Fink next and see how that holds up. And then The Hudsucker Proxy. I'm confident in my memories of liking Fargo, and I am definitely unmoved by Raising Arizona, and I'm not expecting either of those to change.

I've never seen The Big Lebowski, and I'm suspecting maybe I can just let that one slide. Yet...so many people whose taste I appreciate love it.

Their movies are so not for me. Fargo and Raising Arizona are the only 2 from your list that I can deal with.

why am I still up?

I guess I should try Barton Fink next and see how that holds up.

It's my favorite Coen Brothers and I've seen it a lot, but I don't know if it'll ring much for you. I am pretty sure that the Hyperion in AtS was based on the Hotel in Barton Fink, though.

The lead character is a pretty savage satire on Clifford Odets and (by extension) a kind of well meaning, but ultimately bankrupt lefty culture that dominated the first half of the century in America. The Bill Mayhew character (in a subplot) is a balancing vision of William Faulkner in Hollywood. Not that they spare or laud the Faulkner character but they're definitely choosing one kind of American literature of the 30s over another.

Anyway, that's the B-Plot. In some ways it's their version of Graham Greene's The Quiet American. They really want to pull the skin back on the American cultural tendency towards self-bullshit. Their tone is blackly comic because...because that's always their tone.

In some ways the most interesting character is Judy Davis' character. You certainly won't find the title character likeable. There are so many amazing performances though. Judy Davis, John Mahoney, John Goodman, Tony Shaloub, Michael Lerner, and Turturro.

I don't know how to sell you on its virtues, because I'm not sure they align with your interests. Its virtue is its acuity. It's virtue is its vision. Literally, how it sees things.

As for the Big Lebowski, I'm convinced that it's less than the sum of its parts but the parts are all completely intriguing.

Goodness me, Lori, those babies are just so sweet! Grace is so pretty pretty pretty, and Noah just looks like a snuggle bug.

egad am I tired. Must go to sleep. Am resisting the temptation to comment on Barton Fink.

We watched Word Play tonight. Me like.

When he puked on that second trip to Miller's Crossing I thought maybe we were seeing someone who wasn't able to deal with violence personally, although he'd stood next to it a lot--his mortality, or killing people.

I guess I'd always taken that as sheer terror. Or, maybe terror is a bad word, but being aware that he's fucked. So, not about violence in general, but about his own death in the air.

I love Hudsucker Proxy but it does rely on you knowing the tropes they're playing with. Haven't seen Barton Fink in quite a long time, I feel like I appreciated it but didn't enjoy it. Didn't not-enjoy it, either, but there was a lot of "yes, I see," in my reactions. I wish I still had the Film Comment article where they counted the number of times "head" appeared in the movie. I think that was contrasted with the "hat" count in Miller's Crossing but I may be blurring things. I should rent it though. After I'm done with The Shield.

I'm certain I should go to sleep now. I'm gonna do that.

I love Hudsucker Proxy but it does rely on you knowing the tropes they're playing with.

Also, you have to not hate Jennifer Jason Leigh.

I keep thinking I've seen Barton Fink, and then I remember I'm thinking of Barry Lyndon.

The wonderful thing about The Shield is that spoilage can't touch it because the continuity is just so freaking tight. (It brings to mind my favorite film prof who told us that when we were writing, we should strive to make every scene either surprising or inevitable, and The Shield does both at once on an almost frighteningly regular basis.)

I'm spending the weekend preparing to go back to work on Monday, which so far has meant a fair amount of sobbing while I hold D and think things like "This is the last 2:37 pm on a Friday we'll have together!" Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.