Birth of the magic.
Joel and Ethan Coen are my favorite modern-day filmmakers, but it had been a bit since I last saw this gem, their first commercial effort as writer/directors.
Spoiler alert: even better than I remembered.
A down ‘n dirty neo noir, it doesn’t waste a single moment, telling a taut, darkly-funny tale of low-down people doing dastardly things.
Frances McDormand as a tortured cheating wife, M. Emmet Walsh as the sleaziest PI to slide across a movie screen (“I know where you can get those framed…”), or the final needle drop?
Spoiler: it’s all great.