The Tormented Mind of Barton Fink (Film Analysis)

13 02 2019

Transient Talks


“I’m a writer, celebrating the completion of something good!”

“I’m a writer, you monsters! I create! I create for a living!”

“I’m a creator!”

“This is how I serve the common man!”

Barton Fink (1991)

I have a penchant for films that operate on a multitude of surfaces, and those which urge the mind to turn its cognitive gears. Joel and Ethan Coen’s resume mostly contains the right materials for my particular interest. The brothers’ works, even now, continue to bewilder me with their weighty content, engrossing characters and intricate detailing, all intertwined by such cunning direction and writing. It’s even arduous to simply prioritize their films in a non-churning order, since placing one ahead of another, while completely harmless, doesn’t amount to solid satisfaction. But if anything, there’s one which resonates to me the strongest, and whose impact has not dampened since the first viewing: it’s the hollow head of Barton Fink.

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