The casual fan probably doesn’t notice that roughly the output of the Joel and Ethan Coen Filmworks ltd. is either a misfire or utterly unwatchable.
Great films, Oscar winners, mixed in with “A Serious Man” and “Hudsucker Proxy” and “Burn After Reading” and a pleasantly inferior remake of “True Grit.”
They spent Netflix cash on going back to the Old West, filming a movie that will go a long way toward deciding if James Franco earns a “Get out of #MeToo” card, or faces years in the movie wilderness and movies with the likes of Mel Gibson and Louis CK.
Netflix is starting to screen their movies for critics in theaters, which is a good thing, although trying to get a publicist there to get you access to a specific release (Orson Welles’ “The Other Side of the Wind,” finally) is a lost cause. There’s little rhyme or reason to what they promote. “Awards contenders?” Maybe.
“The Ballad of Buster Scruggs” premieres on Netflix Nov. 16.