Of modern filmmakers working today, The Coen Brothers have
steadfastly remained the most loyal to the moviemaking values and aesthetics of the past
while still manifesting the totally up-to-date, highest standards of contemporary film
production. In their unique partnership of co-writing, co-directing and co-producing their
projects, Joel and Ethan Coen consistently evoke the ephemeral, the esoteric and the
eccentric, embodying a mordantly dark humor, solid storytelling and deeply etched
characters. Nowhere are these qualities more evident than in the Brothers darkest
efforts, their neo-noirs. Reaching perhaps their ultimate zenith in their latest, the
hardboiled adaptation of Cormac McCarthys NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN, this self-assured
pair of filmmakers had already laid the groundwork in an astonishing quartet of
masterpieces: BLOOD SIMPLE, MILLERS CROSSING, FARGO and BARTON
FINK.
Friday, February 1 7:30 PM
Double Feature:
BLOOD SIMPLE, 1984, MGM Repertory, 99 min. Hangdog Texas
bar owner Marty (Dan Hedaya) hires a corrupt and corpulent detective (M. Emmet Walsh) to
kill Abby, his unfaithful wife (Frances McDormand) and her lover (John Getz). What follows
from this simple, familiar noir premise is one of the most assured moviemaking debuts from
the 1980s. Its Joel and Ethan Coens first feature film, and its a doozy,
full of memorably poisonous one-liners as well as several guaranteed-to-give-goosebumps
suspense setpieces. "
it's the noir-style humor, not the violence, that makes
this tribute to James M. Cain and Alfred Hitchcock so good." Desson
Thomson, The Washington Post; "Grisly, stylish and often weirdly funny,
BLOOD SIMPLE is a reminder of how rarely an original artistic sensibility is announced to
the world and how much better movies are when that sensibility is allowed to keep going
its own way." Anne Hornaday, The Baltimore Sun
FARGO, 1996, MGM Repertory, 98 min. One of Joel and Ethan
Coens most acclaimed films (they won Oscars for their screenplay and Frances
McDormand got one for Best Actress). Cool, calm, collected (and pregnant!) policewoman
Marge (McDormand) tracks the kidnappers of a used car salesmans wife in North
Dakotas snow-covered wasteland. Salesman Jerrys (William H. Macy) inept plot
to get out of debt by staging the hoax unravels in gory fashion when his two bizarrely
mismatched henchmen (Steve Buscemi and Peter Stormare) have a falling out. That hulking
Stormares nonchalant, bloodcurdling use of a woodchipper at the climax emerges as
both chilling and hilarious testifies to the Coens complete mastery of tone in the
filmmaking process. "
an illuminating amalgam of emotion and thought. It
glimpses into the heart of man and unearths a blackly comic nature, hellishly mercurial
and selfish, yet strangely innocent. If it weren't so funny, it would be unbearably
disturbing." Arnold Wayne Jones, The Dallas Observer; "A
crime gem that is darkly funny even when it's chilling -- and certain to become a
classic." Peter Stack, The San Francisco Chronicle
Saturday, February 2 - 7:30 PM
Double Feature:
MILLERS CROSSING, 1990, 20th Century
Fox, 115 min. Joel and Ethan Coens brilliant, atmospheric tribute to 1930s gangster
melodramas is full to the brim with sarcastically venomous one-liners and a catalogue of
characters worthy of any pre-WWII, James Cagney/Warner Bros. epic. Bitter Gabriel Byrne is
adviser to sentimental but tough gang boss, Albert Finney, in a small Northeastern town.
But their complacently corrupt burg is about to erupt in violence when nouveau-riche
newcomer Jon Polito and his merciless, grim reaper of an enforcer (J. E. Freeman) make a
play for the big time. There are echoes of other genres here, including Kurosawas
YOJIMBO and Leones A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS however, those two films, themselves,
owe a huge debt to Dashiell Hammetts gang war saga, Red Harvest. Bernardo
Bertolucci had wanted to lense Hammetts novel for years, but it never came to pass.
This Coen Brothers masterpiece remains the closest in style, feeling and frissons to that,
as-yet-still-unfilmed, hardboiled magnum opus. The supporting cast including Marcia
Gay Harden, John Turturro -- is superb, all getting to voice some of the most-clipped,
vitriolic dialogue this side of the 1950s SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS. "The Coens are
artists too, and their cool dazzler is an elegy to a day when Hollywood could locate moral
gravity in a genre film for grownups." Richard Corliss, Time; "
a
Dashiell Hammett-style jigsaw of hard-boiled argot, dame troubles and existential
dread
as disturbing and densely beautiful as its opening image, a lofty forest that
dwarfs the gangsters as they laugh over their kill. There is an uncompromising magic about
this primeval setting, until it comes over you like a wolf's shadow that this is where the
brutal truly belong." Rita Kempley, The Washington Post
BARTON FINK, 1991, 20th Century Fox, 116 min. In the
Depression Era, naïve and ridiculously idealistic New York playwright Barton Fink (John
Turturro, in a tour-de-force performance) is brought out to tinseltown by an egocentric
movie mogul (hilarious Michael Lerner) to write a "wrestling picture for Wallace
Beery." Joel and Ethan Coen engineer an escalating case of existential dread for Fink
in his quiet hotel room when he is afflicted with a terrifying case of writers
block. The few people Fink meets fuel his mushrooming paranoia: a William Faulkner-type
writer (John Mahoney) too drunk to work, the writers tragic mistress (Judy Davis)
and last, but not least, the only guy hes been able to make friends with a
sweet-natured traveling salesman (John Goodman) from next door who may just turn out to be
the notorious serial killer, Madman Muntz. "What RAISING ARIZONA was to baby lust,
BARTON FINK is to writer's block -- a rapturously funny, strangely bittersweet, moderately
horrifying and, yes, truly apt description of the condition and its symptoms."
Rita Kempley, The Washington Post; "Creepily beautiful, acted with
relish
a savagely original work. It lodges in your head like a hatchet."
David Ansen, Newsweek; "
a comic nightmare that will stir your
imagination like no film in years." Peter Travers, Rolling Stone