Ian West’s review published on Letterboxd:
This moody, sweat drenched, deep-fried southern noir has always been my favorite Coen Brothers film—loaded with a humid scuzzfest atmos, a cast to die for, and an all timer of a score from the great Carter Burwell.
I’m sure many would argue that they’ve made better films than this, and they have, but this one will always be my most cherished—a perfect mixture of creative ingenuity and assured direction... a lo-fi crime noir brought to life by dingy lowlife sleazeball characters in a way I admire so much. Definitely an all timer for me, Blood Simple is one of those movies that I could watch at any time, and the same goes for M. Emmet Walsh—I wish there was an anthology film of previous P.I. cases involving his character, all tying in to his Elks Man of the Year lighter.
“The world is full o' complainers. An' the fact is, nothin' comes with a guarantee. Now I don't care if you're the pope of Rome, President of the United States or Man of the Year; somethin' can all go wrong. Now go on ahead, y'know, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help, 'n watch him fly. Now, in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else... that's the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas, an' down here... you're on your own."
Wicked.