I’m not sure I’d call The Man Who Wasn’t There one of the best efforts from the Coen brothers.

I’m not sure I’d call The Man Who Wasn’t There one of the best efforts from the Coen brothers.
It’s really, really hard not to read the homoerotic subtext of Gilda when, five minutes in, a man rescues a gambler from certain death using a very phallic-looking cane—a cane that also conceals a knife.