



The Ballad of Buster Scruggs is a strange, beautiful beast—six Western vignettes stitched together with Coen Brothers flair and just the right amount of gallows humour. Originally meant for TV, the whole thing has a slightly off-kilter look—super-saturated skies and dusty dreamscapes that don’t always sit right but somehow suit the tone. There’s real craftsmanship here, from the melancholy score to the sharp writing and gorgeous cinematography.
It plays with Western tropes in a way that’s affectionate rather than mocking—plenty of nods to the classics but filtered through that Coen weirdness. Some stories are charming, others downright grim. The tonal gear-shifting can be jarring; just as you’re settling in with one tale, it ends—sometimes with a punch, sometimes with a shrug.
Not every segment lands, but the overall effect is oddly haunting. It’s a high-concept campfire anthology—singular, patchy, but worth the ride.