I love pop music and folk music history, reading up or watching docs on that whole Greenwich Village scene @1960, when Joan and Bob were there, and Jim McGuinn wisely changed his name to Roger McGuinn. I’d pay good money to see a Bob Dylan bio-pic — a REAL one — about his shape-shifting, cunning, conniving brilliance in taking over that whole movement.
The Coens, for me, are hit or miss geniuses. “Burn After Reading,” “A Serious Man,” not everything they touch turns to gold. And even their classics — I tried to get through “No Country for Old Men” the other day, and found myself indifferent to about a third of it — don’t always hold up.
“Inside Llewyn Davis” could be a launching point for the talented Oscar Isaac. Then again, how many people are hiring Michael Stuhlbarg? This looks like a miss.