OK, so, here’s the thing about Hail, Caesar!
I love this movie. I love this movie so, SO much more than I probably should. But I do. And reading reviews, wow did everybody else seem to see a completely different picture that I did. They talk about meandering plots and character cameos and how it’s a movie about faith, but they don’t seem to get it. They think it’s a wacky, sardonic comedy that doesn’t quite do what they think it’s supposed to do. But well… they’re wrong.
Hail, Caesar! is a caper. It’s set in a styalised, hilarious version of the tail end of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and it’s hilariously funny in ways you have to see to believe.
Bu even ast it’s an entertaining caper, what it is to me is the story of a man who is trying to make a decision that would be smarter, healthier, and better for him in the long run in every single way–except the truth is that he utterly and completely thrives on the chaos of making movies. And so he has to choose between what looks amazing on paper, versus what feeds his soul. He has to choose what should make him happy, over what does make him happy.
Um… I may over-identify with Eddie Mannix.
Also, at no point is the entire mirror narrative of Hobie Doyle not perfect in every single way, and if anyone says differently so help me I will fight everyone in this bar. Because while Eddie 100% sincerely believes in Capitol Pictures with the kind of belief normally reserved for religions, Hobie doesn’t take any of that stuff seriously at all. Because he’s a real person with a solid sense of self who knows he lucked out and that’s about it. And Hobie Doyle may not know what to do in a Noel Coward drawing room, but straight up knows exactly what to do when it comes to people. Because he pays attention and he effortlessly understands people.
There’s just this AMAZING moment when for no reason at all, Eddie tells Hobie something he really probably shouldn’t ought to have, out of a sincere moment of “wtf do I do?” and THE ENTIRE MOVIE TURNS ON THIS MOMENT in ways I can’t describe. But let’s just say that every time I say “Hobie Doyle has seen things. Hobie Doyle has seen some shit.” it’s for a real solid reason.