
It's always been "The Coen Brothers" as a writing-directing team, although Joel is more often the guy calling the camera shots and both Ethan and he write the screenplays, and Ethan produces. The sensibilities that intertwine the two make the creative decisions that make or break these movies, so it's a little hard to be able to discern exactly who does what. The fact of the matter is, they both do (and Roderick Jaymes, their regular editor is actually a psuedonym for the two).
The Coens have always had an eye to bringing out the best of their material, be it original work or adaptation, with edgy actors who can produce drama and comedy equally well. They successfully tread from the independent film circuit to mainstream cinema in a very short period of time, and their work is of such an obviously high caliber that audiences connected with them not long after critics did, and not even that blind industry ogre, Oscar, could delay giving them top honors. Their acting company contains A-listers and up-and-coming character actors on their way to the A-list. Their biggest-budgeted film was also their biggest failure. And they have such a peculiar sensibility that confounds and even tweaks expectations that their most devoted fans have Coen movies that they can't explain or fathom...and sometimes simply disregard.
But each film is a complicated moebius strip of cruel fate and clueless human failings, reflecting and refracting the rich vein of material from both the cinematic and literary past. It may start as inspiration, but it becomes increasingly Coen to the final frame.

Of all the Coen's films, this one seems to have struck the cultural nerve with the deepest roots. If you're making plans, this year's LebowskiFest ("A Celebration of All Things Lebowski") was in Tampa January 31st and February 1st. Here's the poster:



Miles Massey (George Clooney, in an archly comic performance) is at the top of his game and beset by ennui. Legendary in his trade for the unbreakable, iron-clad "Massey Pre-nup," he has climbed the top of the pyramid only to find...nothing there. Dissatisfied with his mansion built on sand, he's looking for something to believe in—a challenge to his game, and he finds it in Marilyn Rexroth (Catherine Zeta-Jones, oozing danger), the soon-to-be-ex-wife of his current client. Opposing her in court, he becomes gob-smacked and follows her gold-digging career with a combination of fascination and hero-worship, only to watch her re-marry to Texas oilman Billy Bob Thornton, who, to display his unquestioning devotion eats his Pre-nup (with barbecue sauce) at the wedding reception. A lot of sharp dialogue delivered at a fast pace; imagine a Tracy-Hepburn movie with a really rancid sense of humor and you've got this movie. Excellent supporting work by Paul Adelstein, Richard Jenkins, and Julia Duffy. Favorite joke: the matrimonial attorney organization that holds its convention in Las Vegas is called N.O.M.A.N. and their slogan is "Let N.O.M.A.N. put asunder."

When things go wrong... Unfortunately, the same can be said of the film as well.
The Coens would rebound and spectacularly.

And, one should add, brought it to life—no small accomplishment.
One would think, looking back over their history, that No Country for Old Men could have been written just for them, as so many elements of their past films and the structure of it (not to mention the outlandishness of the deeds and the obliqueness of the dialog) are contained in it. However it happened—by devious planning or the serendipity of coincidence—story and directors appear to be made for each other.

A mix of Coen regulars (Clooney, McDormand, J.K. Simmons and the nearly invisible Richard Jenkins given a prominent, heart-breaking role) with new blood (Brad Pitt—who's hilariously dumb,*** John Malkovich, Tilda Swinton, and David Rasche), it's a "get-rich-quick-scheme" turned deadly when a bunch of rank amateurs think they can play the same game as the pro's. Meanwhile, the CIA monitors the situation, refusing to act until things get particularly ugly (wow, just like real life). It's the Coen's doing the spy genre, the way they do everything else, with a cheery dark humor and following the letter of Murphy's Law.

But, do so at your own risk.
I thought this was the best movie of 2009 for what it said about life and the observation of it (who said "an unexamined life is not worth living?"), but also how it mixed myth, reality and perception (even as we watch the movie unfold in a theater) in a literate, apt way. Some critics just looked at the Coen's faith (or lack of it in practical terms) and judged it "anti-semitic." Schmucks. Here are better observations from some wildly disparate view-points:
http://toddalcott.livejournal.com/287862.html
http://scienceblogs.com/cortex/2010/03/magical_thinking.php
http://blogs.indiewire.com/thompsononhollywood/2010/03/01/a_serious_man_26_righteous_men_theory/
True Grit (2010) Those familiar with the 1969 version starring John Wayne probably thought "why bother?" The answer to that is—to make it less a "John Wayne" movie, and more in keeping with Charles Portis' original novel. At the time the first was made, there was a "youth movement" going on and the movie very slightly pandered to that audience. The other is that Wayne is such a powerful screen presence, he blows everybody else right off the screen, good (Kim Darby) and bad (Glen Campbell, who still seemed to hold his own). The Coens went back to the original, cast someone (Hailee Stansfield) more the age of the novel's Mattie Ross, emphasized her spiritual spine more than pluck, and included Portis' coda to show that the faith that sustained her through the struggle, also marked her for life to remain that stubborn fourteen year old, always.
Jeff Bridges made a fine irascible "Rooster" Cogburn, Matt Damon a nicely vain LaBoeuf, Josh Brolin a good, pathetic Tom Chaney, but Barry Pepper steps in late in the game to play a superb "Lucky" Ned Pepper. The Coens remain true to the book, making it less picturesque and more wintry and uncomfortable (and adding in a customary eccentric in a bear suit).

Full review here
There's a lot going on, and the Coens have a lot of fun making elaborate musical numbers and playing with period details. But the film doesn't come together as a film, try as it might. Amusing, but ultimately pointless, the Coens make a film that resemble the movies they're making fun of...quite unintentionally.
Full review here.
The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018)
The Coen Brothers took advantage of the new streaming platforms to make their six-part Western contemplation—a project that might never have been made if it depended on a theatrical run to be financed—Westerns don't perform well at the box office, certainly not in the Big Opening Weekend sense. The thing is, it's one of their strongest productions to date with an eclectic cast including Liam Neeson, James Franco, Brendan Gleeson and Tom Waits. But, it is so idiosyncratic and with shifts in tone and subject matter, it would have been at risk of not making its production expenses back, despite the craft in writing and the artistry on display. Audiences gravitated to O Brother, Where Are Thou? and The Big Lebowski, so it could have done well. But big studios aren't gamblers these days.
There are six stories: the titular one featuring Tim Blake Nelson as a blithely singing cowboy who is also the fastest and wiliest gun in the West; there's one about a young criminal (Franco) who can't seem to catch a break; a gold prospector (Waits) who happens upon an untouched pristine river valley; a tale about entrepreneurship in the West; the story of a wagon train delivering a bought bride (Zoe Kazan); and a dark stage-coach ride with a motley assortment of passengers, living and dead.

There are six stories: the titular one featuring Tim Blake Nelson as a blithely singing cowboy who is also the fastest and wiliest gun in the West; there's one about a young criminal (Franco) who can't seem to catch a break; a gold prospector (Waits) who happens upon an untouched pristine river valley; a tale about entrepreneurship in the West; the story of a wagon train delivering a bought bride (Zoe Kazan); and a dark stage-coach ride with a motley assortment of passengers, living and dead.
The writing couldn't be sharper, performances universally excellent, and the cinematography is breath-taking. The results are Coen Brothers without compromise and though same may grumble about the heresy of movies without movie-houses, there are worse prospects—that films like The Ballad of Buster Scruggs would never see the light of day—projected or otherwise.
* "The Dude" is based on one of the publicists the Coens met when they were shopping Blood Simple around the film-festival circuit," Jeff Dowd. Dowd is one of those fixtures in the L.A. film community that you wonder how they make a living, and as such he's a modern counter-point to Chandler's Philip Marlowe who always seemed to be out of work, without portfolio, schedule or prospects.
** "O, Brother, Where Art Thou?" is the title of the film that director John Sullivan wants to make in Sullivan's Travels.
*** This was particularly on their minds during its construction, referring to the story as a "duelling idiots" movie. Reportedly, after shooting his last scene, Clooney remarked: "OK, I've played my last idiot!" ("I guess that's the last time he works for us," says Joel). When told they'd written his part specifically for him, Pitt mentioned he didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted, and added he wasn't sure how to play the part—"There was a pause and Joel said 'You'll be fine.'"
**** There actually WAS an Eddie Mannix, who worked for M-G-M in the same function. The similarities between the two entities stop at name and function. Mannix was a shadowy figure, who had close ties to the local cops and the Mob, and he excelled at keeping the off-set proclivities of his stars out of the headlines. One persistent rumor about Mannix—never substantiated—involves the death of TV-Superman, George Reeves, who had just ended an affair with Mannix's wife and become engaged to another woman.
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