This is the kind of movie where nothing significant really happens, but we, as the audience, are allowed a glimpse into this guy's life. He is a writer and a singer. He's real. Consequently, he has a lyrical soul. Lewynn has a presence about him that's both humble and arrogant. Humble because he basically is broke and living on people's couches. Arrogant because he knows he should be successful. He knows his only fit in life is to be singing live on a spotlight-soaked stage. It's frustrating when the world doesn't agree.
I found myself relating to Llewyn and all of his insecurities and expectations of not only his career but also of his personal life. I want action and movement and close calls and big rewards. Mostly, I want to live out my lofty dreams. I want to come close to the edge. I want to live a scrappy life. I'm tired of the suburb and family dreams everyone pushes. They're not for me; they're not for the folk singers.
With the gritty existence comes some trials. Joel and Ethan Coen, when creating this movie, celebrate the humor and revulsion within each human spirit, much in the same vein as when they wrote and directed Raising Arizona and Fargo. Trashy characters you can't help but root for because, for better or worse, they reflect the best parts of you.
P.S. T Bone Burnett does the music. He is my homeboy.
