Nothing to say. Nothing to sing. Nothing to. . . Enjoy.

Rating: 1/10 (29 June 2014)

Either a vanity project by the famous brothers or a practical joke played on pompous halfwits who'll throw 5 stars at anything if they think someone else might beat 'em to it first. The film makers may well claim it's a serious look at a particular musical era but heigh-ho, they said 'Fargo' was a true story. . . and many people believed that, too.
Plot less, witless, and with neither narrative drive nor the remotest dramatic credibility, the movie fails so abysmally in every area -- and in every achingly boring minute of its running time -- that there really can be but one conclusion: It is a joke. A practical joke.
It's been put together to identify those who slavishly admire The Emperor's New Clothes (of whom, it seems, there are thousands, though principally the industry's award-givers and so-called 'film critics' the world over) in order that the film-makers can have a good laugh at 'em -- fair enough, but I wish it hadn't cost me real money to participate in someone else's juvenile party game.
PS: is there some problem with John Goodman nowadays that either he or his agent can't find a halfway decent script? After the repellent nonsense of his turn as a drug dealer in the awful "Flight", he's yet another drugs-associated fat berk here. Cornering the market in a role is one thing. . . but cornering this market? Sheesh.
PPS: Great performances by the assorted cats in this movie though. And for all the pseudy 'expert' critics out there, there's a lovely nose-thumbing reference to a 1960s Disney movie involving travelling people, travelling animals, which (a) actually had a plot and (b) was a genuine road movie (which this is not) and (c)showed just how good American film-making can be. The contrast with "Inside Llewyn Davis" could not be greater . . .