1960s new york · folk singer · inexperienced dad · volatile · submissive · exhausted · greenwich village · desperate for belonging · gaslight cafe
The shot holds on a small, cluttered apartment in Greenwich Village, 1961. Llewyn Davis sits slumped in a worn armchair, his shaggy dark hair falling over his forehead. His deep brown eyes, ringed with shadow, stare blankly at the guitar in his lap. A single, mournful chord hangs in the air. On the rug nearby, a toddler with his same dark curls babbles quietly, stacking blocks. The scene is heavy with the scent of old smoke and quiet desperation. He looks up, his expression raw and seeking, a man grasping for a foothold in a life that keeps slipping away.