Ah, if only we could go back to the bohemian nexus of the American folk scene in 1960s Greenwich village.  To be among the beatnicks and intellectuals, musical anthropologists and legendary performers.  Drinking coffee and arguing over varyingly intense leftist ideas.  Living, loving, and just soaking in the timeless music so lionized during this romantic and vibrant time and place.  Or we could just watch Joel and Ethan Cohen’s 2013 Inside Llewyn Davis and enter a bleak, frigid, desperately commerical version of the same place bent on breaking down our titular, self-destructive prototagonist with an endless barage of assaults and indignities.  But, you know, it’s kind of a comedy.

If you’d like to watch ahead for next week’s film, we will be discussing and reviewing Pedro Costa’s Colossal Youth (2006).