Inside Llewyn Davis - one of the Coens' shaggy dog stories.. The storyline is slight, just a string of incidents over several days in the life of a guy at a particularly low ebb. The main character is a bit of a dickhead, a frustrated artist mooching off the same people he looks down on, but you get a rounded enough portrayal of him that it doesn't feel like the misanthropy that the Coens can slip into sometimes. The early '60s NYC folk scene setting feels well observed and the music performance scenes are good. I'd put it somewhere in the upper mid tier of their stuff.
What did you make of the Mobius strip ending?