The Coen Brothers' third film does what a great Coen Brothers film should always do: Take a genre (this time gangster films), deconstruct it with a sardonic and dry wit, only to then spin around and become one of the great entries in the very genre it's deconstructing.
Reposting this from Group Precipitation for greater visibility, since so many people have enjoyed it already. One of the latest shorts mentioned Ditzy Doo as an eldritch magical patron, and I took the idea and ran with it. Details follow: