The lighting is great and subtle, the photography is great -the light shades of colour are divine. We anticipate dark thoughts when we visit the Coen Brothers -unknown and familiar themes that enter along a corridor that runs on a threadbare thread that connects in a world of early morning travel.
In a gentle way, this is lovely film, and subtle with its comedy - with one strange act of violence that reappears as though the film is set in rotation? But there never seems an end or a conclusion from the road of travel to the arrival of another gig.
A ginger cat accompanies the songwriter, and I guess this has a meaning in a sublime of thought of creative freedom? The strange faces we see, bearing on an expressionless thought of life -black humour turns to grey -with light and pastel colours to gentle our ride.....
We are watching a film that is set in a musical key of C major that cries out to hear a sour minor key of musical chords..... We are looking at the artistic adventure paralleled with the freedom of the ginger cat along with the anxiety of the Songwriter..... The viewer though, becomes mildly tired on a journey of creative and artistic adventure of anticipation.
The film is great though, but flawed in identification: The anti film: like a 'rolling stone that gathers no moss'. We are never allowed to forget the hallmarks of a Coen film; strange though it may seem -are we missing a third Coen brother to make the film three dimensional?
In a gentle way, this is lovely film, and subtle with its comedy - with one strange act of violence that reappears as though the film is set in rotation? But there never seems an end or a conclusion from the road of travel to the arrival of another gig.
A ginger cat accompanies the songwriter, and I guess this has a meaning in a sublime of thought of creative freedom? The strange faces we see, bearing on an expressionless thought of life -black humour turns to grey -with light and pastel colours to gentle our ride.....
We are watching a film that is set in a musical key of C major that cries out to hear a sour minor key of musical chords..... We are looking at the artistic adventure paralleled with the freedom of the ginger cat along with the anxiety of the Songwriter..... The viewer though, becomes mildly tired on a journey of creative and artistic adventure of anticipation.
The film is great though, but flawed in identification: The anti film: like a 'rolling stone that gathers no moss'. We are never allowed to forget the hallmarks of a Coen film; strange though it may seem -are we missing a third Coen brother to make the film three dimensional?