Unfortunately for A Serious Man, my favorite part of the film was the first six minutes, which was a cautionary tale in Yiddish about a dybbuk, that seemed to be a short allegory for the rest of the piece as a whole. The misfortune lies in the fact that that was the most interested I felt in the whole film. I really didn't understand what was considered so great about it. Other than Michael Stuhlbarg's performance as the main character, Larry Gopnik, there was little to truly enjoy about the film.
All the other characters were surprisingly flat: the son is a pot-smoking TV-watcher preparing for his Bar Mitzvah (and every single one of his lines comes from the first two things, basically); the daughter washes her hair, and the wife does very little. Strangely, I felt as though there was a disconnect between the movie Gopnik was playing in and everyone else was playing in. If that was the point, then I felt it off-putting, not über-intellectual. It's certainly one of my least favorite Coen films, if not my absolute least favorite.
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