Inside Llewyn Davis.
Shit, what a great movie. I mean, it's art house all the way, so it's really not for everyone. But it gave me the same kind of vibe I usually get from Kiyoshi Kurosawa flicks, except in English; it's oddly quiet, nigh-plotless, has a very wry, subtle sense of humor to it, all the while ending up incredibly analyzable by its conclusion. And despite its quietness, there's something about it that's almost hypnotizing to me. I was tired after a long day of work, and normally a movie of this tone would put me to sleep in that situation. But it somehow inspired me to keep paying attention. That's exactly what Kiyoshi Kurosawa movies do to me.
Much of that is down to its lead, of course. Oscar Isaac is ridiculously good in it. So much screen presence, and a fantastic singer/musician to boot. This is one of those cases where a different actor in the same role would have made it a different movie entirely. But damn, is it ever a good thing the Coen Brothers found Oscar Isaac for it.
On that note, I should say I'm really not a Coen Brothers fan. Just about everything I've seen by them has been one of two things: either trying waaaay too hard to be quirky and weird (Intolerable Cruelty, Raising Arizona, O Brother Where Art Thou), or woefully underwhelming after all the praise they get (No Country For Old Men, Fargo).
And even after those experiences with their films, I absolutely loved Inside Llewyn Davis.