The Man Who Wasn’t There is a beautifully shot, bone-dry slice of existential noir where nobody really wins, and nobody even clocks the chaos unfurling around them. Billy Bob Thornton sleepwalks through a doomed life with a cigarette permanently stuck to his lip, while the Coens have fun with murder, dry-cleaning, and flying saucers. It’s maybe a bit too detached for its own good, but it’s so stylish and grimly funny you can’t help but admire the bleak artistry.
Terrific existential noir, with the Coen Brothers usual teasing ambiguity. A tribute to the great films of the '40s, but more than that, a strange psychological portrait. Billy Bob Thornton is wonderful as The Man Who Wasn't There. The back and white cinematography really adds atmosphere to a story that definitely isn't black and white.
The black and white photography in this is gorgeous, the whole thing looks amazingly defined. One moment reminded me of 'Night of the Hunter'. Billy Bob Thornton is stunning as the still, taciturn, doomed character, and all the other actors are wonderfully cast and perfect in their parts. Really enjoyed it.