“They consistently examine our human black comedy, trying to figure out what the hell’s going on in the midst of chaos, with death looming up to render it all moot.”

In this case death rendered it all moot, thats why its funny, thats the joke.

But we all seem to have personal and cultural buttons which when pushed lead to the suspension of the critical faculties.

For instance with Jonas brothers and teenagers, or Coen brothers and the Faculty of Critics

As for the movie, at least the tornado at the end was going somewhere

I guess that’s a clever case of form following content, since that’s probably the question Mr.Gopnik is wondering — only about his life.

http://rehmat1.wordpress.com/2009/11/11/my-mothers-lesbian-jewish-wiccan-wedding/

There’s an Eileen Jones that turns up on various University film studies websites, and I’m pretty sure that’s the same one writing for Exiledonline.

It’s no secret that the Exiled staff frequently write under psuedonyms, but Eileen Jones isn’t one of them.

Damn, have to wait another month until A Serious Man is in Australian theatres.

Moving on, I went to see this movie today. I hated it. This being Columbus Day, the theater was pretty packed, and a lot of people were laughing. But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. I even turned around a few times to study their faces – was the laughter feigned or genuine? I was baffled by how anyone could enjoy the movie. But the fault must be mine, right, because ALL the critics love it!

Lebowski is one of my favorite movies, but this latest Coen flick is shockingly dull and pointless.

Please. . . .