Film

Barton Fink

Name: Barton Fink
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Thriller
Released: 1991
Cast: John Turturro, John Goodman, Judy Davis, Michael Lerner, John Mahoney

A New York playwright takes a lucrative Hollywood contract and gets stuck in a peeling, humid hotel room, unable to write a word of the wrestling picture he owes the studio. What begins as satire on studio idiocy curdles, scene by scene, into something far stranger, with John Goodman's insurance-salesman neighbour holding the film's most unsettling secret. The Coens at their most hermetic and airless.

TMDb rating

7.5

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