From rustler James Franco’s deadpan question to a sobbing thief, to the title cowboy — a black-hearted singin’ gunman clad in good-guy white — we’re firmly in Coen brothers territory.
If it wasn’t for all the folks dropping dead by violent means, it would be a great place to live.
Telling six interlocking stories, most with a devious zing at their heart, my favorite active filmmakers delight as only they can, mixing mayhem, music, and mirth in equal measures.
Ask me which story is the best, and I’d probably change my pick each time.
Don’t want to play favorites.