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Barton Fink is a mesmerising puzzle. It seems almost to want to be a thriller with its twist revelations, its lurking psycho, its body in the bed, its mystery box but the Coen Brothers resolutely refuses to conform to the rules of the genre or let any of the elements jell into a thriller plot. The mysterious box, for instance, is suggested throughout as containing a severed head but is thrown away without ever being opened. And in their willingness to bend the rules of the game, the Coen Brothers leave one with an atmosphere of weirdness that is hard to shake. The film has a claustrophobic ambience of cavernous, half-lit hotel lobbies, corridors that travel off into unnerving perspective, gloomily lit hotel rooms with oozing wallpaper and half-heard sounds coming through the walls, or camera shots that crawl down plugholes. Barton Fink is the sort of film that one might imagine would result if David Lynch was let loose on a film noir remake of Day of the Locust (1975) indeed, it is the film that one senses Stanley Kubrick wanted to make with The Shining (1980) but became sidetracked. John Goodmans barrelhouse performance is very good. His return as the hotel inexplicably bursts into flames, wielding a shotgun, blowing away the waiting cops while yelling Ill show you the life of the mind, and then spookily lapsing back into his familiar jocular manner to free John Turturro, before opening the door to depart into his burning room as though nothing is wrong makes for a stunningly surreal, almost hallucinatory climax. The film ends with John Turturro meeting a girl on a beach, which fades out as she reclines in exactly the same pose as the girl in the pin-up portrait in the hotel room. Barton Fink contains a scathing portrait of Hollywood in the 1940s. What many do not realise is that there is quite a degree of historical accuracy to Barton Fink with many of the characters being only thinly veiled semblances of real figures. Michael Lerners tyrannical studio chief is based on Louis B. Mayer (of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer fame); John Mahoneys alcoholic novelist is based on William Faulkner who made a brief sojourn into screenwriting; and the title character is based on screenwriter and acclaimed playwright Clifford Odets who was blacklisted under the McCarthy Communist witch-hunts.
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