Rating: 8
My initial opinion was that this is a story mostly about Judaism, but the more I think about it the more I realize that it's really asking the question: how complicit are we in our misfortune? Bad things happen all the time and I personally feel self-pity usually. But some part of me suspects I'm creating the bad juju with my crappy judgment or inertia or something. On some level we must deserve these punishments, right? Or not? I like the Coens for posing this question.
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