The Man Who Wasn't There
by Mark Rivers
"The Man Who Wasn't There" is the first Coen brothers film I've reviewed for Vanguard News Network, and I'm stuck as to how exactly I should approach it. You see, I've always believed that the Coens were very talented filmmakers, and only since I became a nasty ol' racist has the fact that they are Jews come into the equation.
Naturally, I'm not going to write them off just because they're Jews. If I have a problem with a filmmaker (Jew or otherwise), it's because he/she/they keep insisting on putting non-White brain surgeons/astronauts/martyrs up against White Nazis/Southerners/Christians. The Coen brothers did this remorselessly in their last movie, "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" But, unlike most of their kinsmen, the Coen brothers rarely include the kind of notoriously anti-White elements so common in other Jew-helmed movies. There is a modicum of anti-White racism to be found in many of their works, but this is countered by the fact that the Coens are fine storytellers. In this age of Lowest-Common-Denominator crap coming from Hollywood, it's nice to see a thought-provoking comedy once in a while, even if it is brought to us by more of those filthy Yids.
The Coen brothers make good, solid entertainment that ranges from slapstick to highbrow. "The Man Who Wasn't There" is a fine example of the latter. Billy Bob Thornton stars as a barber in a small California town who goes through a series of life-altering events. I would give more details, but I'm going to recommend this movie (gasp!), so I won't give away anymore of the plot. Suffice it to say that it, like many of the Coens' films, expertly weaves simplicity into complexity. There is a small measure of slapstick and buffoonery, balanced with a share of "the high hat."
The film won't do nearly as well as some of their others, since A) it is in limited release, and B) the two best jokes in the film rely on the audience knowing that Humbert was the character in "Lolita," and that Beethoven wrote the Pathetique Sonata. "The Man Who Wasn't There" won't appeal to everyone, much as "The Big Lebowski" didn't appeal to those who thought it would be as much of an across-the-board crowd-pleaser as its predecessor, "Fargo."
So, don't worry about shelling out a few bucks toward this particular Jew endeavor. Even my recommending the movie to VNN readers won't make up for the losses the Coens suffer due to the lack of interest on the part of the Soap Opera and NASCAR crowd. If it bothers you to pay money to see "The Man Who Wasn't There," then do something that will contravene that act. If you normally get snacks at the movies, sneak them in under your coat this time. Or, leave a couple of National Alliance fliers in the theatre. Or, better still...
join the National Alliance.
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