I’ll spare you too much of the back story because we’ve covered it before, but suffice to say, the Coen Brothers have a new movie coming out in December and it has a new trailer, number three. Partly based on Dave Van Ronk’s memoir The Mayor of MacDougall Street, Inside Llewyn Davis follows some Jewy troubadork with a kitty cat as he strums his way through the Greenwich Village folk scene in the 60s, bangin’ chicks, causin’ trouble, and mopin’ all the way to the bank. It stars Oscar Isaac – more like Oscar BAIT, am I right? – the constantly-in-movies-from-the-beat-era Garrett Hedlund, Justin Timberlake, John Goodman, and Carey Mulligan, who hopefully won’t be singing her folk songs off-key, at one-third-time, and directly into the camera like she did in Shame.
Blah blah blah, we’re all going to see it regardless, right? It’s the Coen Brothers, and they know you’re going to see it. So much so that they title almost seems like some kind of dick-measuring, F-you power move. Not since Martha Marcy May Marlene has there been an acclaimed movie with a title more impossible for my mom to remember. Is it Llewelyn? Llewyn? Davis? Davies? Davison? How about we give it a nice blue collar name, like Inside Pete Kosinski? These f*cking artists.
I’m not sure what pronunciation I like better, Oscar Isaac saying “reckid” or John Goodman saying “OOHkalaylee.”