Not long after that Passover, my father offered my cousin $150 for the guitar and a small amp. The tools of great change had come, and my future now lay before me. And all of this came with no self-discipline whatsoever.
In their 2009 film "A Serious Man," the Coens, for the first time in their career as moviemakers, decide to go back to their Minnesota upbringing and tell a story that touches on the Jewish depredations of Job and Kafka.
There was no better action film this year than Kathryn Bigelow's The Hurt Locker. By far the best Iraq war movie to date, it follows an elite team of soldiers whose sole job is to diffuse IED's on the streets of Baghdad.
The Coen universe is so meticulously crafted that the absence of an inherent order seems almost impossible. How could something of such exquisite function arise from something so absurd and meaningless?