High in the air – so high we can see the curvature of the earth. The eastern seaboard stretches away, flecked with clouds.
We close in on the city of Washington, D. C.
Closer still: a neighborhood in suburban D. C. dominated...
...At the Bar
Pappi Corsicatto, the Greenwich Village-Italian owner of the club, nods Llewyn over. He is broadly smiling.
Pappi Boy, you were some mess last night.
Llewyn Yeah, sorry, Pappi. I’m an asshole.
Pappi Oh I don’t give a shit. It’s...
...House at Night
We are looking – through the rain-pelted windshield of a parked car – at a small, Spanish-style bungalow. The rattle of driving rain does not quite cover the sound from inside the house of drunken female laughter...
It is late; the supermarket is all but deserted. We are tracking in on a fortyish man in Bermuda shorts and sunglasses at the dairy case. He is the Dude. His rumpled look and relaxed manner suggest a man in whom casualness runs...
...White letters on a black screen:
A Serious ManEverything that happens to youRashi
Snowflakes Falling in Black
The flakes drift lazily down toward us. Our angle looks straight up.
Now an angle looking steeply down: the snow falls...
...The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
This page is followed by a sheet of onionskin protecting a color illustration on slick paper. The overlay is turned to fully reveal the picture, done in the style of N. C. Wyeth:
From a low angle a husky...
We are close on the leering face of a demon carved in stone.
Head credits play as we pull slowly back. Our move ends framed low to put the gargoyle against an overcast sky. A large black bird alights upon it as other birds –...
...On Barton Fink
He is a bespectacled man in his thirties, hale but somewhat bookish. He stands, tuxedoed, in the wings of a theater, looking out at the stage, listening intently to the end of a performance.
In the shadows behind him an old...
With horizontal hatch lines.
… Call me Hi.
A disheveled young man in a gaily colored Hawaiian shirt is launched into frame by someone offscreen.
He holds a printed paddle that reads ‘NO. 1468-6 NOV 29 79.’
...Blackness. A bleak wind moans.
Music cues a cut to a twinkling city scape, seen through falling snow.
After a beat, the voice of an elderly black man:
NarratorThat's right… New York.
We are tracking high through the night sky. From...
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