I walked into their seventh movie, The Big Lebowski, wondering if it would either be as great as Fargo, or as misguided as The Hudsucker Proxy.
It is a visual tour de force, but as a whole the movie slowly deflates into a cross between "Arizona" and "The Hudsucker Proxy" (the latter also shot by "Lebowski" and "Fink" cinematographer Roger Deakins).
I used to believe they were simply genre tourists on this mission to do one for every genre, but it becomes apparent with each new No Country for Old Men and True Grit unlocking each vintage Miller's Crossing and The Hudsucker Proxy that they were interpreting genres long before they took on specific pieces as a whole.
The Coens' career has alternated between pictures where the connection to audiences was made with exhilarating success (the recent "Fargo") and others (the completely baffling "The Hudsucker Proxy") where all circuits were down.
The film was shot by veteran cinematographer Roger Deakins, in the fourth of his 11-and-counting collaborations with the Coens (they had previously worked on Barton Fink, The Hudsucker Proxy, and Fargo).
It’s as plainspoken as a Copland strain, as grandiose as a Gershwin chord and, yes, so very near the classic levels of hilarity in out-and-out comedies “Raising Arizona” and “The Big Lebowski” (for what is the latter if not a more confident riff on some “Hudsucker” gags after several massive bong rips).