Sergio Palacios’s review published on Letterboxd:
“I’m so fucking tired. I thought I just needed a good night of sleep, but it’s more than that.”
I had already seen this movie a few years ago, but I didn’t remember much of it and I wanted to revisit it.
This time, I connected with this in such a deep level. Now I get it.
This is the story of a struggling artist trying to find success but getting nothing in return. He sees the work of his peers and perceives it as trash. But those people find success - or at least some form of it - while Llewyn is still trying to find any meaning. He struggles with the uncertainty that the future brings. There is no spark of joy in his world, not even his art brings him joy.
As someone who wants to become a successful filmmaker, I battle with this uncertainty a lot. The competitiveness of the film industry is something that haunts me and takes away my sleep. I often wonder if I should just quit before it gets worse. Become an accountant and be miserable.
At the end of the movie, right after Llewyn finishes his set, we see Bob Dylan starting to sing onstage, the Times was there. And we all know what happened next.
I will always love movies. I will always love writing. But I don’t know if I should keep following this desire. Every day the dream becomes darker and further away.
Fuck, I got a little personal in there. Anyway, good movie.