(Even minor Coen movies “The Ladykillers” and “Intolerable Cruelty” yield more laughs.)
Even The Ladykillers (2004)—a remake of the Ealing Studios classic and arguably their only true directorial misfire—appreciated death as a nearly conscious force, dooming its criminal cast to ignoble and hilariously untimely demises.
The central conceit here is one of incongruity, of Gene Autry type fused with the trigger-happy gore of late Peckinpah; it’s also the most typically Coen-esque of the films, with musical numbers in the style of O Brother and their recent Hail, Caesar! , paired with the pitch-black gunshot comedy of The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading.
If the Coen Brothers have been reliably hit or miss over all these past two decades (“The Ladykillers” and “Hail, Caesar!” are undeniable stinkers whereas “No Country For Old Men” and “True Grit” are fantastic gems), “The Ballad of Buster Scruggs” is a delightful cinematic buffet with something for everyone.