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Barton Fink
It is a story about Barton Fink, a New York playwright who is drafted to LA to write screenplays. He just starts to be famous and achieves his personal revelation bringing an ordinary life to the stage. He comes to LA and rents a room in a ghoulish dump called Hotel Earle. He takes an assignment to write a picture about wrestlers. And ironically, he’s got a writer‘s block and cannot write a single iota. He befriends this weird character Charlie Meadows and Chet was very helpful also. He approached this washed up writer W.P. Mayhew but he is not much of a help for him. Then it all gets kind of weird and we are cooking this Kafkaesque goulash together with those two strange detectives and fire, dead girl in bed, and Mad-Man-Mundt-Heil-Hitler guy. Then, in all that mad crescendo, an idea comes to Barton and thoughts just pouring out of his mind and a masterpiece is born. Subsequently his opera is flushed down the toilet by Jack Lipnick, producer. So many paradoxes in one's life.
I wouldn’t call this movie a masterpiece but it was surely fun to watch. I’ve seen much better movies from Coen brothers but this one has its place in cinema history. I’m not sure if i want to revisit this movie but I don’t consider it for waste of time either. I think this it was a decent nom.
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