Barton Fink

Give them a retro setting and a protagonist out of his depth and the Coen brother are in home territory. Here the setting is Los Angeles, 1941, and the schlub is Barton Fink (John Turturro), a idealist Leftist Brooklyn playwright who gets the call to Hollywood after he has a hit play. He is put up in a crummy hotel and is told to write a treatment for “a wrestling picture” starring Wallace Beery. He  befriends his neighbour, Charlie Meadows (John Goodman) and seeks advice from his idol W P Mayhew (John Mahoney). a successful Tennessee Williams-ish playwright, also under contract. 

Delving into the infamously soul-destroying sordidness of studio-era Hollywood, the Coens have delicious fun with poor Fink, a patsy if ever there was one, slowly dragging him deeper and deeper into a nightmare world. The papered walls ooze glue, the fans limply move the stifling air as Fink stumbles like a lost soul from one grotesque encounter the next like a man on the way to Hell.

Turturro and Coen regular Goodman, both in wonderful form, headline a tip-top cast that also includes Judy Davis although Davis doesn't get a lot to do, Michael Lerner (brilliant as a B-studio head) and Tony Shalhoub in what is a typically stylish affair from a pair of master filmmakers, well assisted by regular team members, cinematographer Roger Deakins, composer, Carter Burwell and production designer Dennis Gassner with a to-be Coen favourite, Steve Buscemi, as a desk clerk. Not as well kn own as it should be but it is deliciously dark comedy

 

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