I watched Barton Fink last night and I actually had really strange dreams after that. I can't quite say I liked the movie. It was accomplished, but like a lot of the Coen Brothers' movies played too much with simple stereotypes. These guys are clever and they do what they do very well. But there is more to people's personalities and actions and movies, even stupid people. Anyway, I think in a way we can all learn something from this movie: A wrestling picture is about big men in tights. That's it.