Please Mr Kennedy

Best Cat in a Motion Picture

I've been feeling mournful,  cynical, angry, creepy, weepy, fazed, cranky and indescribable. All at once.  I haven't been able to put my finger on a way to capture this sort of malaise.  Or prescribe a cure or diagnose a cause.  Usual suspects.  A challenging (read shitty) year.

And then I saw Inside Llewyn Davis.  A film by the Coen Brothers.  That's it.  That's me right now.  For now.  Only I'm not a folk singer in 1961 in the Village.  But what a piece of work.  That movie impressed the shit out of me.  I might dare say it delighted.  Visually it was so appealing.  There's a scene with a cat in a car on the side of the highway and i swear there needs to be a Best Performance by an Animal or something.  This cat would win for sure.

The look is right on.  The songs are right and the story is something that you would never, ever think of capturing together.  It's sweet, bitter, sad, funny, and weird.  Such as life.

It's not for everyone.  The Coen Brothers have this affection subtle madcap lunacy that comes from left field.  (Think Mike meeting up with the Chief at the Sheraton in the Twin Cities...)

















Go see this movie.  And then when it comes out on DVD go see Enough Said. Gravity is still playing in the movies.  Go see it.  Not for Sandra Bullock or Gregory Hines (he's not even in it!)  But this is the director behind Children of Men who directed a seamless continuous shot that still manages to take my breath away.  Warning: Graphic.

Also see What Maisie Knew.  It made me want to be a better parent and I don't have any kids.

Watch this clip below and you will be saying "Uh oh!" in your head all day.