Another black and white movie -- also an unsuccessful "quest". Llewyn Davis is a folk singer in the the early 1960s. He is homeless and sleeps on various friends' couches. During a week in winter, nothing goes right, and his attitude doesn't help. He sings as well as anyone (and there's quite a bit of music) but there are a lot of anyones and he's lost in time and place and rootless. He's responsible enough to care for a cat and to pay for an abortion of a girl who doesn't know if the baby is his or her husband's. He has the idea that he can make it as a singer and chases small chances, had misjudged a manager and seems mostly a lost soul.a
This being a Coen Brothers movie (written, produced, directed) the dark, quirky story is at least told with an integrity that I didn't see in Nebraska. Here all the casting is spot on, from the various people whose houses he crashes in to the ride he gets to Chicago to the incidental people on the NY subway. The black comic lines are appropriate. I left feeling neither up nor entirely down and reasonably convinced that not having a strong taste for folk music, either in the '60s or now, is a good choice on my part.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!