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Went to see this last night, quite excited without much more than an inkling [ie, the cast list] of what they were doing with this one--and such sat through Bush Junior biopic previews and dumbasses a few rows back with very, very loud voices.
I really enjoyed it, but I might be the perfect audience for the Brothers at this point. It's quite non-traditional in its structure (primarily in how it ends, how it's resolved, and how this presented to the viewers), and operates on the premise that there's no way to turn from the train wreck, especially as the chassis drags further and further from the tracks, as it destroys more and more natural beauty -- people's lives.
It also manages to be quite surprising, and I like that the Brothers are able to indulge a little bit in their pulpy gore in a very restrained fashion.
We were quite divided on who our favourite characters were. The Accomplice went with Brad Pitt's Chad -- poor, foolish, athletic Chad, bumbling around like a big manchild with no real direction except that which Frances McDormand's Linda gives him. I favoured George Clooney, who felt unique in spite of sharing some generalized characteristics with other characters (the adultery, and the obsession with adultery).
It has interesting layers of action -- the street-level, main characters stumbling around and reacting to everything out of greed or sudden shock, not understanding what's going on but inventing scenarios and spy games to explain things at the same time that the bureaucratic government officials on another level watch everything, feel perplexed, try to contain it, treat it like just a thing that happens.
Dialogue was top notch. At times certain characters felt like specific Coen tropes (Clooney as quirky, neurotically particular character, Malkovich containing all foul language possible).
The cinematography wasn't amazing, which led us to wonder if they were using a new cinematographer or if there had been some kind of aesthetic shift that wasn't fully realized. Oddly, I was obsessed with the use of pattern and texture in people's clothes (particularly the ties men wore, and all of Tilda Swinton's blouses, as compared to Brad Pitt's skintight workout gear).
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