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...Fade In 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...
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...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...
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...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...
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...Ralph’s 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...
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...White letters on a black screen: A Serious ManEverything that happens to youRashi Fade in: 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...
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...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...
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...A Gargoyle 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 –...

Barton Fink (2002)

Directed by

Joen Coen

Written by

Joen Coen

and

Ethan Coen

Screenplay

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...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...
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...A Wall With horizontal hatch lines. Voice-Over … 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.’ The hatch...
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...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...