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Pete Volk’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Neil Gaiman gave a wonderful commencement speech a few years back where he said (and I'm paraphrasing) that you need to be two of three things to be successful: good, reliable and kind. You can't just get by on one.
My heart broke in two when Llewyn elected not to get off the freeway -- not because I thought that was the right choice to make, but because, yet again, he was unable (and more importantly, unwilling) to change the direction of his life. Llewyn gives his sister (and by proxy, his dad) an incredibly hard time for what he calls "just existing," but is what he does even that? Much of the music he plays isn't even his, and the implied monopoly of existing? Llewyn lives nothing but the same sad, sad day over and over again, with only the couch changing.
A thought, about Llewyn -- can you actually conceive of such a thing as the future if every day is the same, or is it an endless stream of the present?