Hipster cinema at it's worst

Rating: 4/10 (10 March 2014)

Seeing that "Contains spoilers" check mark while writing this review I thought to myself - is there anything in this movie that I could write that would actually "spoil" anything for other people. The answer I'm afraid is: no.
Inside Llewyn Davis is a pretentious, pointless and incredibly contrived film by two brothers that have obviously lost touch with reality. This is hipster cinema at it's worst. No plot, no development, no climax and no resolution. Now, I'm no stranger to less known, artistic films. I'll take anything from Korean, Spanish, Swedish, Danish, Portuguese, Japanese, Polish, Czech, English or American cinema. I really do enjoy slow, intricate movies. And I love character studies! Except, this movie doesn't really study this self-destructive jerk of an folk singer that's trying to work his way into music business. Because there's nothing to study. The guy's a talented a-hole with issues. I know a lot of those in person. And they're all the same.
When the movie ended my girlfriend, a musician herself, simply said "what a load of bull". And I couldn't agree more. Even though I was desperately waiting till the very end for some kind of a big "gotcha" that would tie it all together and show that this movie does in fact make sense, that moment never came.
The only good thing is that the songs are okay and the atmosphere of the 60's seems well portrayed. So I'm giving 2 stars for each.