This is not my favorite Coen brothers movie, but there are
moments of pure lunacy that I love. Most of these moments involve a golden cat,
which symbolizes something akin to chaos. It’s as though the Coens decided
that, after nailing a logistically complicated western,
True Grit, they needed
to find some kind of cinematic challenge; something that had never before been
attempted. “I know! Let’s make a movie prominently featuring a cat!” …and let
the chaos ensue. But there’s more to this movie than the cat. It’s a
strange, existential, Homer-esque musical, featuring bittersweet and solemn
versions of folk music anthems. There’s love all over this movie. There’s a
love of music, a love of New York, a love chaos, a love of movies, and as
stated, a love of cats. It’s beautifully made and worth seeing, but it may not
resonate with non-cynical types because of its cyclical grimness.
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