"Nobody fucks with the Jesus." Nobody. John Turturro is one of my favorite actors. He's complete: knows how to play an absurd caricature (the Jesus), a smooth douchebag (Rounders), and a desperate scumbag (Miller's Crossing). He really has the uncanny to not only play any role, but play it well. And in perhaps his best role, Turturro transforms himself into one Barton Fink (which I finally just saw), a talented playwrite who goes to Hollywood to try his luck with screen writing. This Coen brother masterpiece was written in a short, three week span during which they suffered from writer's block attempting to write Miller's Crossing. The result: a masterpiece on par with the best of the Coen Brothers. The film is a dark, satirical, and brilliant look into both the depths of a man's mind and Hollywood (as it was back then). I like throwback flicks (particularly in today's blockbuster day and age), and this certainly fits the bill. It's the bdc, check it:
Oh yeah. Monk's in it too. And he's pretty damn funny.
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