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Notes from Underground

  And, indeed, I will ask on my own account here, an idle question: which is better—cheap happiness or exalted sufferings? Well, which is better?---Fyodor Dostoevsky ---Notes from Underground Fyodor Dostoevsky ---Notes from Underground Even now, so many years later, all this is somehow a very evil memory. I have many evil memories now, but ... hadn’t I better end my “Notes” here? I believe I made a mistake in beginning to write them, anyway I have felt ashamed all the time I’ve been writing this story; so it’s hardly literature so much as a corrective punishment.  Why, to tell long stories, showing how I have spoiled my life through morally rotting in my corner, through lack of fitting environment, through divorce from real life, and rankling spite in my underground world, would certainly not be interesting; a novel needs a hero, and all the traits for an anti-hero are expressly gathered together here, and what matters most, it all produces an unpleasant impression, for we are...

Hope

To be human is to be a miracle of evolution conscious of its own miraculousness — a consciousness beautiful and bittersweet, for we have paid for it with a parallel awareness not only of our fundamental improbability but of our staggering fragility, of how physiologically precarious our survival is and how psychologically vulnerable our sanity. To make that awareness bearable, we have evolved a singular faculty that might just be the crowning miracle of our consciousness: hope.-- Erich Fromm


Barton Fink (1991)




Joel and Ethan Coen's "Barton Fink" in the first sweep ever at the Cannes film festival, it was awarded the prizes for best film, best direction and best performance by an actor. 


"Barton Fink" might possibly be classified as a satire on the life of the mind. There is no doubt that it is about the perils of the mind for someone as impressionable as Barton Fink (John Turturro). Barton is a pious, prissy New York playwright of very funny, unredeemed humorlessness, someone who has dedicated himself to creating "a living theater of, about and for the Common Man."

The time is the early 1940's, just before World War II, when Clifford Odets and a number of other American playwrights were still riding high on a wave of poetic proletarianism.After having written one Broadway hit, Barton, who resembles the hero of David Lynch's "Eraserhead," goes to Hollywood to earn some big money and maybe, as he says, "to make a difference."

Barton's responsibilities to the Common Man weigh heavily on his skinny frame. He stays not at one of Los Angeles's fancier hotels but at the Earle, a downtown establishment ("For a Day or a Lifetime") whose Art Deco lobby and corridors give no hint of the Skid Row seediness of the rooms.

Barton's adventures in Hollywood are a series of grotesquely funny confrontations as his writer's block becomes manifest and his panic accumulates. His first assignment for Capitol Pictures is a wrestling movie "for Wally Beery."




"It's not a B picture; Capitol Pictures does not make B pictures," says Jack Lipnick (Michael Lerner), Capitol's squat, barrel-chested president, who seems to be a cross between Harry Cohn of Columbia and Louis B. Mayer of M-G-M. It is, of course, a B picture, and Barton hasn't a clue as to how to start. His desperation mounts.

More important to Barton than anyone else is Charlie Meadows (John Goodman), his next-door neighbor at the Earle. He's a big, gregarious insurance man who tells Barton, man-to-man, "You might say that I sell peace of mind."

The shirt-sleeved Charlie is actually too good to be true, but Barton doesn't notice. All he sees is the beer-belly, the sweat, the suspenders, the desperation to please. He's someone in whom Barton can confide."I write about people like yourself, Charlie," Barton announces to his new friend. "The simple working stiff." 

It was said by some at Cannes that "Barton Fink" is a movie for people who don't like the Coen brothers' films. Not quite true. It's a film for those who were not sure that the Coens knew what they wanted to do or had the authority to pull off a significant work."Barton Fink" eliminates those doubts. It's an exhilarating original.

https://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/21/movies/review-film-barton-fink-a-dark-comedy-from-joel-and-ethan-coen.html 



    1. Release date: August 21, 1991 (USA)
      Directors: Ethan CoenJoel Coen
      Produced by: Ethan Coen
      Music by: Carter Burwell









Plot Overview

Set in 1941, the film follows Barton Fink (John Turturro), a socially conscious New York playwright whose latest play about the "common man" is a smash hit. Eager to capitalize on his success, his agent sends him to Hollywood to write B-movie screenplays for Capitol Pictures.

Upon arriving in Los Angeles, Barton checks into the decaying, eerie Hotel Earle. Under pressure from studio head Jack Lipnick (Michael Lerner) to churn out a "wrestling picture" starring Wallace Beery, Barton is instantly struck by a paralyzing case of writer's block. He is constantly distracted by the oppressive heat, peeling wallpaper, and bizarre sounds of the hotel.

Seeking human connection, he befriends his neighbor, a jovial, sweat-drenched insurance salesman named Charlie Meadows (John Goodman). Barton also seeks help from an alcoholic, legendary Southern novelist turned Hollywood hack, W.P. Mayhew (John Mahoney), and Mayhew's long-suffering secretary/muse, Audrey Taylor (Judy Davis).

When Audrey is brutally murdered in Barton's bed after a night of passion, Barton's reality completely disintegrates. Charlie helps him dispose of the body before leaving town, leaving Barton with a mysterious, wrapped cardboard box. Soon after, two detectives arrive, revealing that Charlie is actually Karl "Madman" Mundt, a notorious serial killer who decapitates his victims. The film culminates in a fiery, apocalyptic climax inside the Hotel Earle, leaving Barton shattered, clutching his unread screenplay and the mysterious box on a lonely beach.






The Hotel Earle as Purgatory/Hell

The Hotel Earle is one of the most memorable settings in cinema history. With its endless hallways, oozing wallpaper, oppressive heat, and constant buzzing, it is a living, breathing manifestation of Barton's psychological decay—and perhaps hell itself.

  • The Wallpaper: The sickly green wallpaper that continuously peels and secretes a sticky paste represents Barton's rotting mind and his inability to escape his own head.

  • The Mosquito: The single, buzzing mosquito represents the persistent, irritating voice of Barton's conscience and anxiety.


The Picture of the Woman on the Beach

In Barton's room hangs a small picture of a woman sitting on a beach, looking out at the ocean. It represents Barton's desire for escape, peace, and artistic purity. At the end of the film, Barton walks onto a real beach, only to find the exact woman from the picture sitting in the exact same pose. This surreal ending suggests Barton has either escaped into his own mind, entered a purgatory of his own making, or is forever trapped inside his own art.


The Box

What is in the box Charlie leaves with Barton? While many assume it contains Audrey's head, the Coen brothers intentionally leave it unanswered. It functions as a classic "MacGuffin" and a symbol of Barton's guilt, complicity, and the dark secrets of his soul that he refuses to open and look at.






Cinematography (Roger Deakins)

Barton Fink marked the first collaboration between the Coen brothers and legendary cinematographer Roger Deakins. Deakins uses a rich, warm, yet deeply unsettling color palette—heavy in sickly greens, deep ochres, and blood reds.

  • The camera movements are fluid but intrusive. Deakins frequently uses wide-angle lenses to distort the architecture of the hotel, making the space feel both cavernous and claustrophobically tight.

  • One of the film's most famous shots occurs when the camera dives directly down the drain of Barton's bathroom sink, a visual metaphor for Barton's descent into psychological ruin.


 Legacy

Barton Fink remains one of the Coen brothers' most intellectually challenging and artistically rewarding films. It is a brilliant, tragicomic warning about the dangers of artistic ego, the corrupting nature of commercialism, and the horrifying consequences of turning a blind eye to the world around us. Rather than offering easy answers, it invites the audience to get lost in its sticky, burning labyrinth of ideas.



































































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