The Yiddish shtetl shtick that opens Joel and Ethan Coen’s new movie — a Jewish peasant stumbles on an old Hasid who may or may not be a dybbuk — is pretty clumsy, but at least it tips its hat to the ...
It opens, disorientingly, in a lonely, snowbound shtetl somewhere in Eastern Europe, some time near the start of the last century. A couple of peasants admit a old man who may, or may not be, a dybbuk ...
It's hard to know sometimes whether the Coen brothers are ... well, not exactly pulling our collective leg, because it's pretty clear that they're authentically earnest with all their films, even the ...
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