I wasn’t a fan of Nacho Libre, and felt Intolerable Cruelty was disappointing for the Coens that decade (alongside Burn After Reading). Haven’t seen the others yet, and I don’t think I’m familiar with Game 6.
Game 6 is a terrific little film. Michael Keaton plays a playwrite who's on the verge of a catastrophe. His new play involves a lead actor (a perfect Harris Yulin) who's suffering dementia and can't remember his lines. A dark cloud over the opening is the critic, played by newly sober Robert Downey Jr, who's as scathing as he is anonymous (because of the death threats over his scathing reviews). And the opening is on the same night as the game 6 of the World Series involving Keaton's lifelong fan-team the Red Sox (at this point still notoriously unwinnable). It's got some great humor, some notable pathos and even a soundtrack by Yo La Tengo for those nasty enough to know who they are. It's a great picture.