I guess P.T. Barnum was right

Rating: 1/10 (3 April 2014)

After seeing this "movie" and reading other people's rave reviews I guess old PT had it right... Then again one man's art is another man's junk...but after sitting this this morass I'm more in the junk department. Something about silk purse from sow's ear. This no start, no end piece of film is supposed to share with us some character development in the early 60's Village scene with a mix of folk songs, protest songs etc era. We are allowed to watch a poor me schlump who screws up everything he touches and can't seem to get any traction in his life. This story could've had deeper depth and character movement but fails in every capacity. The end leaves the viewer with what the hell did I pay for this trash and we see the Emperor has no clothes but all the rave reviewers are extolling the virtues of the fine brocade and imported silks. My advice? Save your $$$, don't even rent it at the usual places. Somehow the Coen Bros stock just fell a bit and reminded us that even Babe Ruth strikes out once in awhile.