All memories are traces of tears.
A train, imposing and silent, bears him away from his past, away from the hurt and the tears and the heartbreak and the pain. He hesitated when he boarded it, but he could not stand seeing her face wherever he looked any longer. He has come to an unfamiliar place, now, distant and cold, utterly removed from anything he knows. He is unfamiliar, now, distant and cold, utterly removed from his feelings and emotions.…
changed the way i view art in profound ways. rest in peace, david lynch.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
O Brother Where Art Thou is the odyssey of the exceptional; Inside Llewyn Davis, meanwhile, is the odyssey of the average. We hear so much about the talented people who make it, but what about the talented people who don't? Llewyn doesn't beat the odds and somehow find success. Instead, he ends up battered and bruised in some random alley, replaced onstage by someone truly exceptional. "Au revoir," he says, watching the man who beat him return to a full…
