One of the stone-cold masterpieces of the Coens' remarkabke output, this still feels small and perfectly formed. A group of characters get caught in ever more uncontrollable messes of their own making with consequences they could never have dreamed of; on this rewatch I was struck by the image of a captive Jean, running aimlessly, bound and blindfolded, an innocent representative of all of them. In contrast we have the simple, folksy-but-prophetic goodness of the Gundersons as the film's moral centre, quietly pointing to something more and better. A work of seemingly effortless genius.