Movies inspire a lot of passion, but the back catalogue of film history can be daunting. For every fan who’s obsessed with an actor, director or sub-genre, there’s another struggling to know where to start. Sometimes all it takes is the right recommendation to set you on your path from newbie to know-it-all…
Your next obsession: the inspired, magpie movies of Joel and Ethan Coen.
Joel and Ethan Coen on location for No Country for Old Men (2007)
And yet, for all their magpie-like, cine-literate genre-bending, in a career that’s seen them evolve from cult indie filmmakers to multiple Oscar-winners, the Coens remain instantly recognisable as defiantly sui generis creative forces. The glut of recent features ranking their films offers at least half a dozen viable candidates for their best, each invoked with fervent passion and persuasive rationales. Such unrivalled consistency evidently delights devotees but can make things pleasantly tricky for newcomers.
That said, several clear tropes exist across their filmography: a blackly comic chronicling of recent US history, usually from the perspective of marginal small-time criminals and short-sighted losers asleep to the American Dream; evocative wordplay worthy of Sturges or Billy Wilder; and repeatedly drawing career-best work from regular collaborators, both cast (John Turturro, John Goodman, Frances McDormand) and crew (notably British cinematographer Roger Deakins). “We’re very thankful to all of you out there for continuing to let us play in our corner of the sandbox,” remarked Joel Coen on winning 2008’s best director Academy Award. For all their often deeply philosophical underpinnings, approaching the Coens in just such an open manner is the key to appreciating their unique body of work.
The best place to start – Fargo
There’s an argument that the Coens’ first five films – from 1984’s neo-noir Blood Simple to, yes, I’d contend massively underrated madcap pastiche The Hudsucker Proxy (1994), are all stone-cold classics. But none blend offbeat comedy and a bleaker, more despairing probing of human nature better than their then-biggest mainstream breakthrough, 1996’s Fargo. Like Blood Simple it’s a small-scale tale of bloody crime gone awry, with desperate, debt-ridden car salesman Jerry Lundegaard’s (William H. Macy) plan for two lowlifes to kidnap his wife and force his wealthy father-in-law to pay the ransom. But setting the story amid their snowbound home state of Minnesota and its denizens’ eccentric, Scandinavian-derived accents makes for something deeply idiosyncratic and original. And Frances McDormand’s pregnant, whip-smart police chief Marge Gunderson is one of the great, original modern movie characters, a steadfast buffer of down-to-earth decency in an often chaotic, brutal universe.
From Fargo one can then branch back for a tone either lighter – the buoyantly warm, hyperkinetic, baby-kidnapping farce Raising Arizona (1987) (still, for me, their finest out-and-out comedy); or the pitch black humour/horror of Cannes Palme d’Or winner Barton Fink (1991), with John Turturro as a solipsistic Broadway playwright lured to Hollywood and trapped in a densely allusive, psychological puzzle box.
Then there’s the labyrinthine Miller’s Crossing (1990), a simultaneous deconstruction and reinvigoration of Prohibition-era mob movies, whose hard-boiled dialogue and virtuoso set pieces barely conceal a heartrending look at the emotional cost of tough guys betraying “friendship, character, ethics”. For some fans, including this one, it’s still their early-period masterpiece.
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On its release, Fargo’s follow-up The Big Lebowski (1998) was a flop. Today it’s arguably the biggest cult film of the past two decades (complete with its own movable annual film festival), as Jeff Bridges’ laidback hippie ‘The Dude’ reluctantly embarks on one of the most rambling private eye cases in screen history. For all its wonderfully quotable dialogue, flamboyant characters and genial air, perhaps the film is even a touch overrated now, but, like, that’s just my opinion, man.
The Coens’ biggest critical hit is 2007’s best picture Oscar-winner No Country for Old Men. Keeping the spare, brutal tension of Cormac McCarthy’s source novel, it’s a stunningly uncompromising thriller, casually dispatching lead characters off-screen and with a boldly unresolved (perhaps unresolvable) ending. Indeed the film’s meditative, melancholy questioning of man’s role in a potentially godless, or at least, utterly indifferent universe fits nicely with their best recent work: lower-key, 60s-set tragicomedies A Serious Man (2009) and Inside Llewyn Davis (2013), which inflict Job-like suffering on their hapless protagonists, a cuckolded suburban Jewish college professor and a talented yet self-sabotaging Greenwich Village folk singer.
Yet even here, the Coens brilliantly balance these bleak portraits with streaks of unexpected levity. Indeed the toe-tapping Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack, supervised by music maestro T-Bone Burnett – who also oversaw the surprise hit, Grammy-winning O Brother, Where Art Thou?’s country/bluegrass record – again demonstrates the Coens’ great ear not just for dialogue but for the perfect aural textures (ace sound designer Skip Lievsay and composer Carter Burwell are also regular collaborators) for their vividly imagined worlds.
Strangely, for all their wickedly acerbic wit, the Coens’ later, broader comedies, notably strained screwball homage Intolerable Cruelty (2003) and the ill-advised remake of The Ladykillers (2004), are widely considered their least successful efforts. Even inventive chain-gang picaresque O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000) and the wall-to-wall idiots of pseudo-espionage spoof Burn after Reading (2008) are less cherished than most. It’s a great idea (and typical Coen perversity) to repeatedly turn smooth heartthrob George Clooney into a gormless clown, but the actor hasn’t inspired their best work.
Hail, Caesar!, however, offers the strongest Coens/Clooney collaboration to date, a meticulous insider look of 1950s Hollywood (Barton Fink studio Capitol Pictures again!), whose charming star ensemble and disarmingly rambling narrative gradually reveals a sage look at faith and fantasy. An original, complex take on a potentially generic send-up, the Coens’ precise, subtle filmmaking is sure to leave some audiences frustrated.
Burn after Reading (2008)
In fact, the brothers have always evaded and downplayed ‘significance’ to any of their films. Look closely, however, and beyond the self-evident technical mastery, or criticism that the Coens often stand back and scorn their hapless creations, there’s a deeply felt and considered examination of human nature – true, largely its foibles and failures – at play, rendered even more powerful by their refusal to indulge in obvious sentiment. That so many of their films have still become so critically acclaimed and beloved by audiences is what ranks the Coens among the greatest modern filmmakers. Though they often kid otherwise, these are serious artists.