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Blood
Simple (1984)
    
Review
The Coens' first feature is undoubtedly style over substance, as their
meticulously plotted murder mystery unfolds in a detached, almost
inhuman Texas atmosphere, involving characters who never ask the right
questions and instead wrap themselves in curiously artificial dialogue.
That being said, the subtler interpersonal dynamics are not the point in Blood
Simple – a film in which the visuals and nifty technical aspects are
the main contributors to the atmospheric, sometimes disquieting effect.
The Coens demonstrate an abundance of flair and imagination through
sharp cuts and
compositions in subdued lighting, full of long shadows and dreamlike
footage, making their debut both appealing and enticing. Unfortunately, there
isn't much dramatic heft to the love triangle (especially not the
Getz/McDormand relationship) to give it all the depth and potency it
could have had, but that doesn't make the final fifteen minutes any less exhilarating. A young and beautiful Frances McDormand is the
film's best asset in front of the camera, whereas M. Emmett Walsh's
performance verifies Roger Ebert's "Walsh/Stanton" rule.
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