If people love or hate this movie, I really don't get it either way. I'm middle of the road. I enjoyed the music, the atmosphere -- which is rather dreary, but it is NYC during winter -- and Oscar Isaac's performance.
Some reviewers said Davis' character wasn't especially likeable, but anyone who would carry a friend's cat all over Manhattan, while also toting a guitar and an overnight bag, because he was responsible for letting it getting out of the apartment can't be a bad guy.
I understand his frustration. For anyone who has ever tried to do something hard for the love of it while hoping enough people would care that it would make a difference but felt like most everything was against you, there's a poignant message here.
I chased my viewing with a whiskey on the rocks and didn't regret the two hours I spent. Why some musicians (and writers and artists and actors) fail and others who aren't any more talented, maybe even less so make it is a mystery of the universe.
And for the record, I would rather listen to Llewyn Davis than Bob Dylan any day of the week.
Some reviewers said Davis' character wasn't especially likeable, but anyone who would carry a friend's cat all over Manhattan, while also toting a guitar and an overnight bag, because he was responsible for letting it getting out of the apartment can't be a bad guy.
I understand his frustration. For anyone who has ever tried to do something hard for the love of it while hoping enough people would care that it would make a difference but felt like most everything was against you, there's a poignant message here.
I chased my viewing with a whiskey on the rocks and didn't regret the two hours I spent. Why some musicians (and writers and artists and actors) fail and others who aren't any more talented, maybe even less so make it is a mystery of the universe.
And for the record, I would rather listen to Llewyn Davis than Bob Dylan any day of the week.