Note: This entry has nothing to do with the Hotel Earle, or with Barton Fink as a whole.  Instead, I'm piggybacking off my previous A...

Last time , I likened our journey through the squalid plumbing of the Hotel Earle to the opening sequence of David Lynch's Blue Velve...

One of the greatest sleights of hand in Barton Fink is how, sixty-five minutes into the film, it takes a startling turn and goes from be...

Back when I first started blogging about Barton Fink (only the second string of entries I started writing on The Spirochaete Trail, afte...

  Note: This entry is a tribute to Jon Polito, who passed away on 1st September 2016 at age 65, leaving behind a rich and prolific le...

Charlie: Ah, you'll lick this picture business, believe me.  You've got a head on your shoulders, and what is it they say?  Where ...

  Before we get on to the details of Charlie's third visit, I wanted to backtrack and talk a bit more about the opening scenario of Bart...

Barton's been grappling with the opening to his wrestling picture screenplay for long enough now and the pressure is beginning t...

  It's February 14th, and what better way to mark the occasion than with an entry devoted to one of the all-time great screen coupl...

The following scene was excised from the final cut of Barton Fink but can be found among the deleted scenes included as bonus conten...