Brixton mist

Hopped home via The Ritzy to watch Inside Llewyn Davies. I left a bit perplexed and found myself reading a few interviews with the Coen Brothers to figure it out more. It's a melancholic film, with some light relief via a misplaced ginger cat, four folk singers in matching jumpers and Justin Timberlake singing a jokey song about space. I didn't particularly like the main character, which, judging from reviews, might be deliberate. I'm glad I've seen it, but I'd have been as happy watching it on DVD.