Inside Llewyn Davis ★★★★★

97/100

An odyssey through cigarette smoke, carrying a lonely soul from couch to couch and from disappointment to disappointment. Chilly, wintry cinema, packed with typical Coens humor (I could listen to Mulligan rant about condoms for days) but also distanced from the crisp time-period that it's depicting. Like the Coen Brothers have said, there's no need to parody the folk genre as everything is right up there on the screen, but there's still a plethora of swelling comfort and unwelcoming depression to be found, sliding a detailed character study into the aura of a peculiar environment. My favorite Coen Brothers film, and if I had to pick one reason why, I'd point you to the moment where an orange tabby cat experiences the rush of the subway for the first time, following the rapid lights as they strobe into oblivion.