El hombre que nunca estuvo allí

Una película de cine negro muy bien rodada e interpretada sobre la caída de un insignificante desdichado en el abismo fatal. Es una pena que el guión, después de poner las cartas sobre la mesa de forma conceptualmente brillante en la primera mitad, tropiece en la segunda. Los giros clave en ella se sienten demasiado construidos, y el último hace más daño que bien. ¡*** SPOILER! *** La escena de la bala giratoria debería haber tenido un final diferente, y Ed debería haber envejecido sabiendo que había destruido lo último y más puro que le importaba. (23.12.2005)

The Coen brothers are aging like wine and getting better and better with each film. Billy Bob here shows an unbearable lightness of non-existence and with his stony expression delivers a powerful performance. I love the poetics of the Coens, I love their sense for the absurd, and you’ll get that in this film to the fullest. A clear five-star affair. (23.12.2002)

As a novice with only a tiny fraction of the Coen brothers' filmography passing through my hands – moreover, the least pivotal works – I sometimes felt like Alice in Wonderland while watching The Man Who Wasn't There. The script is ordinary at first glance, "dabbling" in all sorts of brackish waters, but as a whole it totally unique. The film is filled with plot twists, with each situation leading to a contrary outcome from the established logic. Director Joel Coen presents everything in a slow, retro style reminiscent of post-war America in the 1940s. He acts as a meticulous guide, pausing with the audience in each scene and offering a detailed analysis of the characters and their diverse personalities. Ed's description of meeting his wife - including the "pause" - is brilliant. Behind the camera, Roger Deakins works with his instrument just like his predecessors from the 1940s, and when combined with the subtle piano music, you'll regret not living in that era. Actually no, you won't regret it, because the austere description of Ed's life will disgust many a viewer. I know that Billy Bob Thornton is an excellent actor, but only here did I have to prove to myself that he is ultra-brilliant. With a perpetually lit cigarette, he walks, talks, and acts in such a stylish manner that you feel like inviting that guy for a drink, over which you both would vent about life. The Man Who Wasn't There is exactly the kind of film that turns zero expectations into gold. More of this! (28.06.2005)

A lineup of the favorite actors from Joel and Ethan Coen films in a straightforward and darkly comedic homage to noir. And although I greatly enjoyed Ed's darkly toned journey, the silent parts of the legal plot deliver unnoticed blows below the belt. That said, everything else is excellent, from the brilliant Billy Bob Thornton to the adorable Scarlett Johansson, the superb atmosphere, and the beautiful piano soundtrack. (19.07.2006)

A black COMEDY? They said they were playing for him. There's about as much humor in The Man Who Wasn't There as there is in Kafka's “The Trial", and it's a classic of world existentialism that would be proud of Ed Crane's character and fate. True, the Coens’ hero is somewhat more active and plays out the tragedy of his fate himself, a decision that is as sleepy and incomprehensible as him. And in the growing current of fateful events, Ed is also trying to swim a little more than the surrendered Josef K. However, his disillusionment is even worse. The Coens created an incredibly impressive, plastic and stylish portrait of a man-loser whose life eluded him and who at one point became a ghost for others (and for himself). The strongest thing is Ed's character, who was played with incredible credibility by Billy Bob Thornton. The initial impression that he is a cold cynic who has simply declared eternal silence on the world grows into a strong affiliation with an ordinary man who is silent in a world he does not understand and which does not understand him. By the end, Ed Crane's ice mask is finally gone, and the viewer suddenly faces a character so human that it reminds him of our daily little existential inferno in the outlines. Behind the wrinkles and rigid grimace of the main character lies an incredibly fragile human core, a core that melts while listening to Beethoven's piano compositions, a core that would like to speak but cannot, because it does not know what to say. Long after Ed was watered with the light of eternity, I sat staring into the darkness, relishing the feeling that the Coens had accomplished something truly GREAT. A film as black as a freshly painted coffin, a perfect urn full of absurdity. The cremation of everyday life. (28.06.2005)