hamfruitcake’s review published on Letterboxd:
The future? You mean like flying cars? Hotels on the moon?
I know 'Please, Mr Kennedy' is a corporate shill in stark comparison to Llewyn Davis' authentic misery but it's so catchy... And it's wedged in as somewhat of a reprieve among Llewyn's odyssey of misfortune.
It's such an odd meandering experience anchored by an achingly sad performance from Oscar Isaac. I can't reasonably explain why this is one of my favourites. The elliptical journey seeping with ennui is strangely comforting to me.