This turd in a blanket is on so many “Best of” lists that after I saw it I felt compelled to write a review about how empty, soulless, and dispiriting it was. About how a slice of the life of a no-talent, selfish, boring loser is not the same as telling a story. About how all I could think of as I watched was that I was in hell…a Coen brothers hell and not even my own, to boot.
I hated this film and couldn’t wait to publish my hatred so my piece would effect potential audiences the way the heads of beheaded criminals hanging on city walls were designed to yell, “Beware!” to criminal members of medieval populaces.
Today I’m going all out and answering two questions that you’ve emailed me in the past week.
