Tag: Coen Brothers
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A Cow on the Roof of a Cottonhouse, or How I Learned to Love Bluegrass
Lawd, lawd, bring him dead or alive Open on a chain gang. Low warbling voices begin to rise over the sound of pick-axes and splitting rocks. With this sequence of sounds, I’m back, twelve years old in my den watching the sepia-toned Mississippi fields of the Coen Brothers’ finest film (in my personal opinion, anyway…though…