Coen Brothers movies

[Lamp]

Just watched Miller's Crossing. Awesome movie.

Watched Big Lebowski a few nights back. Gets better with each viewing.

Anyway, do you like the Coen Brothers movies ? Whats your fave ?

Guess my fave has to be Fargo.

 

[Huntingtons]

fargo idd!

 

[eksdee]

such amazing film-makers! i'm a huuuuge fan of miller's crossing. wrote an essay on it for my visual cultures module last year.

fargo is probably my favourite though, yeah.

 

[Azurus]

The Big Lebowski ofc

 

[Huntingtons]

steve buscemi is such a great actor <3

 

[megadave]

O'brother where art thou is my favourite

 

[Zede]

Dude !

 

[yaruar]

O'brother where art thou is my favourite

Same here, closely followed by Lebowski

 

[Manisch Depressiv]

Apple - Trailers - No Country For Old Men

This is my favorite, and it's not even out yet :O!

 

[Lamp]

Apple - Trailers - No Country For Old Men

This is my favorite, and it's not even out yet :O!

Looks awesome. Looking forward to seeing it

By the way, the title of the movie may have been taken from a poem by WB Yeats - SAILING TO BYZANTIUM. An awesome poem - you have to know quite a bit about Yeats, his life, and his style of poetry to understand it. Essentially, its about Ireland no longer being a haven for artists, thats its a "paltry thing" etc and he (Yeats) desparately wishes to seek a way to escape and go to a land (Byzantium)where the artist is truly regarded.

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.