All through the dark the wind looks
for the grief it belongs to
but there was no place
for that any more
I have looked too
and seen only the nameless hunger
watching us out of the stars
and the black fields
A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold wind blows the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned
Inside Llewyn Davis for Mondo.
This latest offering from the Coen brothers really struck a chord with me. As a fan of the 60’s folk scene from an early age, the direct result of my dad taking us to see Dylan every summer growing up, I was thrilled to take on this project. The story, the characters, the humor, the music, everything came together to form such a perfect narrative. Using Llewyn’s inability to do anything to actually help himself in the bigger picture as a starting point, I have our titular character walking along in Greenwich Village against the grain, the only one walking in that direction. Surrounding him are the hauntings of his past as well as the hapless nods to his future. A woman with a small child, a man with a briefcase (a representation of the those who just “exist” to Llewyn), a couple embracing behind him, and to his right, a Merchant Marine office. From that old Irish blessing “..May the sun shine warm upon your face..” we have the literal opposite in this scenario, Llewyn’s back turned to the sun. And of course it wouldn’t be complete without a small nod to the Gorfein’s cat.
Mondo will be releasing this today, I’ll have some copies later.