Hail, Caesar!
SQUINT! SQUINT AT THE GRANDEUR!
A soviet of writers (who are commies) abduct a big Hollywood star for ransom, tired of writing hits and watching the fat cats get all the profits. Wink wink, say no more, while the Red Army Choir sings in the background.
This feels like a great pilot for a TV show. Not the best work by the Coens, but still worth it nonetheless. My political bias might be showing…
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