This film is dare I say 'film noir in color, and beyond'. Definitely requires a few viewings to appreciate. And even then it still won't be fully understood. Yet, all the actors are so mesmerizingly believable in their roles, beautiful sets and photography, and such minute details and subtle metaphors, it's near impossible not to see the whole movie through. Again, and again, and again. And again. As 'fun' as Millers Crossing' is, Barton Fink is the polar opposite. Menacing, brooding, surreal, mysterious, and intense as all get out. And then there's Miller's Crossing. Kooky, spirited, over the top, and dare I say - predictable. It's as if the two movies picked up the wrong overcoats at the counter on their way out. Yet, the viewer wouldn't want either film to realize that. One has to hand it to the Coen Bros. Meticulous, mischievous, misanthropic, mirthful, and miraculous! Pick any one of their films, and all those terms are in them, and then some. Maybe not always in that consecutive order, but believe me - they're there! And with Barton Fink, each of those terms have become capitalized and italicized to belligerently hammer the points home. But kises you on the forehead at the end to make you feel all better. With a lingering gob of spit that's disturbing, yet comforting.