Movies with animals are hard to resist to begin with, but the simple image of Oscar Isaac walking around with a guitar case in one arm and an orange cat in the other is so adorable that I want to die. This is where I must disclose that I am something of a cat person—at least, this is what my Instagram page would lead me to believe. I have an ingrained affinity for people who travel with cats, particularly Midwestern Jews traveling to the big city with dreams of success and fame.
And I’m not the only one who finds the cat one of the most important elements of this movie. Audiences at Cannes reportedly littered the ginger tom cat with praise. He got carried down the red carpet. He’s like Uggie from The Artist except being a cat, he probably doesn’t give a shit about fame and just wants to find a nice place to lay down. “The film doesn’t really have a plot,” Joel Coen told the press after the movie’s screening at Cannes. “That concerned us at one point; that’s why we threw the cat in.” Again, the parallels to my own life are eerie. But the more details I hear about Inside Llewyn Davis, the more I am certain it will be the greatest.
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