O Brother, where art thou?

Finally got round to seeing O Brother, where art thou? last night, after revelling in it’s sumptuous soundtrack for several months. And… was disappointed. Maybe because I’m not familiar with Homer’s Odyssey, maybe because I’ve lived with the music for so long that the film felt like little more than a series of tenuous sketches to introduce each new song. George Clooney was wantonly miscast – however many jokes are put in about his hair-net obsession to diffuse the sex-symbolism, he still smoulders in his coy, shoulder shrugging way, and it just doesn’t feel right. The Golden Globes might disagree, but Woody Harelson would have played the role more convincingly. Just buy the CD instead.