The Coen brothers' 1984 debut is a slow, mannered, almost minimalist spin on film noir, its blasted Texas landscapes shot in dull colors more disturbing than black-and-white. The plot is awash in adultery, double-dealing, and revenge, but what you'll remember are images—roads and walls and bullet holes—and a pair of perfectly odd/oddly perfect performances by the great M. Emmet Walsh and a young Frances McDormand. It's a true indie classic, and the Coens never made another movie like it. (Central Cinema, 1411 21st Ave, 686-6684. 7 and 9:40 pm, $5. Oct 2–9.)