No Country for Old Men
January 10th 2008 00:41
The Coen brothers have made some exceptional films. They make films for movie buffs, or to be more precise, they make movies for cinephiles. Generally they excel at the art of cinematic storytelling, producing a body of work to rival most, if not all, of their contemporaries. However, it’s by no means a flawless resume, some of their films haven’t done much for me; Miller’s Crossing was too dense, The Hudsucker Proxy irritated the hell out of me, O Brother, Where Art Thou? bored me to tears, Intolerable Cruelty was insufferable, and I didn’t even bother seeing The Ladykillers, it just looked bloated and ridiculous. I'm probably being overly harsh, but in recent years I’d become concerned the Coens were losing their edge.
I can quite comfortably say the brothers have re-claimed their mojo. No Country for Old Men (2007) is the best film they’ve made in years; in fact, I’d go so far as saying this is one of the best films they’ve ever made, up there with Blood Simple and Fargo. It’s cinematic storytelling par excellence. And to throw a slant on the perspective, I look at this film as a post-modern horror movie.
I dream of writing screenplays as rich and textured, yet as languid and minimal, as No Country for Old Men. Intriguingly this is the first movie the Coen brothers have made based on a novel. In this case the cult favourite penned by Cormac McCarthy. I haven’t read the book, but apparently the brothers have lifted whole sections from it, especially dialogue, yet they’ve added the Coen stylistics and made the narrative distinctly their own.
In an opening not too dissimilar to their debut Blood Simple we see stretches of beautiful, but arid desert landscape and a voice-over drawl ruminating over the quieter old days. It is the voice of Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones), an ageing West Texas lawman keen to retire.
It’s 1980. Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) is hunting pronghorns down on the open plain with his sniper-rifle, later he discovers the scene of a drug deal gone wrong; several dead Mexicans and a dead pit-bull, a ute full of smack, and up by a tree another dead hombre with a briefcase full of $2 million smackeroos. Moss contemplates and takes the money.
Later he returns to the scene of the crime to give water to one of the Mexicans who was not quite dead. This was a silly decision as more men arrive who wound Moss and begin to pursue him. Meanwhile a lone gunman (actually armed with a scary-looking compressed air bolt-action cattle-gun) named Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem) enters the picture. He too becomes involved in the pursuit for the cold hard cash, and he’s a killing machine. Soon a bounty hunter Wells (Woody Harrelson) is hired to intervene and control the relentless Chigurh.
The plot feels complicated, yet unfolds in a brilliantly sustained and pared-back fashion; like a tattered and blood-stained tapestry being slowly unrolled, until eventually it’s pulled out from underneath. Certainly the movie captures that often elusive literary essence, when adapting from a novel. When the movie finishes it initially seems rather abrupt, but in the grander scheme of things it is a perfect closure, an intense study of crime and violence where there is good and evil and a definite blurring in between, where there is suggestion of things to come, but with no need to go there. Murphy’s Law reigns supreme in No Country for Old Men, just as life itself is filled with dark irony and ill-matched confrontation. There is greed and there is loss, and as the movie’s taglines say, “There are no clean getaways … There are no laws left … You can’t stop what’s coming.”
Everything about this movie is top grade (art direction, cinematography, music, editing, and special effects make-up) and, like Blood Simple, the film is littered with subtle symbolism and sly references. The casting is pitch perfect from Josh Brolin in a career defining performance, to Tommy Lee Jones as yet another endearing officer of the law. Javier Bardem delivers one of the most unnerving villains in recent years, a watery-eyed psychopath with an absurd haircut and deliberate coal-dark principles. He’s a post-modern boogeyman, a terminator in the flesh.
There’s solid support from Garret Dillahunt (Deadwood) as Bell’s naïve deputy, and Kelly MacDonald as Moss’s southern belle wife (although I wasn’t as convinced by her twang as I should’ve), and not forgetting Woody Harrelson as the over-confident hired cowboy (and an effective little plot thickener there).
No Country for Old Men is not for the faint-hearted, yet it’s a kind of treatise on brutalism which many cinemagoers who abhor violence will admire, or at the least, appreciate. It would make a great double feature with The Proposition, another dust-laden portrait of intense violence. Even a triple-whammy alongside The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada.
If the Oscars go ahead this year it will be satisfying to see the Coens reap some serious awards (which they have a strong chance of doing). No Country for Old Men is an instant classic and will reward with repeat viewings (already I can’t wait to own a deluxe edition on DVD), so make sure you see it at least once on the big screen. Joel and Ethan Coen have mustered a black pearl, a gleaming noir that nudges and winks at the horror genre with a knowing eye, then digs its spurs in, and away she rides.
Here's the theatrical trailer:
For two other equally gushing reviews read my cinephilic buddies JD and Cibby's reviews here and here
I can quite comfortably say the brothers have re-claimed their mojo. No Country for Old Men (2007) is the best film they’ve made in years; in fact, I’d go so far as saying this is one of the best films they’ve ever made, up there with Blood Simple and Fargo. It’s cinematic storytelling par excellence. And to throw a slant on the perspective, I look at this film as a post-modern horror movie.
I dream of writing screenplays as rich and textured, yet as languid and minimal, as No Country for Old Men. Intriguingly this is the first movie the Coen brothers have made based on a novel. In this case the cult favourite penned by Cormac McCarthy. I haven’t read the book, but apparently the brothers have lifted whole sections from it, especially dialogue, yet they’ve added the Coen stylistics and made the narrative distinctly their own.
In an opening not too dissimilar to their debut Blood Simple we see stretches of beautiful, but arid desert landscape and a voice-over drawl ruminating over the quieter old days. It is the voice of Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones), an ageing West Texas lawman keen to retire.
It’s 1980. Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) is hunting pronghorns down on the open plain with his sniper-rifle, later he discovers the scene of a drug deal gone wrong; several dead Mexicans and a dead pit-bull, a ute full of smack, and up by a tree another dead hombre with a briefcase full of $2 million smackeroos. Moss contemplates and takes the money.
Later he returns to the scene of the crime to give water to one of the Mexicans who was not quite dead. This was a silly decision as more men arrive who wound Moss and begin to pursue him. Meanwhile a lone gunman (actually armed with a scary-looking compressed air bolt-action cattle-gun) named Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem) enters the picture. He too becomes involved in the pursuit for the cold hard cash, and he’s a killing machine. Soon a bounty hunter Wells (Woody Harrelson) is hired to intervene and control the relentless Chigurh.
The plot feels complicated, yet unfolds in a brilliantly sustained and pared-back fashion; like a tattered and blood-stained tapestry being slowly unrolled, until eventually it’s pulled out from underneath. Certainly the movie captures that often elusive literary essence, when adapting from a novel. When the movie finishes it initially seems rather abrupt, but in the grander scheme of things it is a perfect closure, an intense study of crime and violence where there is good and evil and a definite blurring in between, where there is suggestion of things to come, but with no need to go there. Murphy’s Law reigns supreme in No Country for Old Men, just as life itself is filled with dark irony and ill-matched confrontation. There is greed and there is loss, and as the movie’s taglines say, “There are no clean getaways … There are no laws left … You can’t stop what’s coming.”
Everything about this movie is top grade (art direction, cinematography, music, editing, and special effects make-up) and, like Blood Simple, the film is littered with subtle symbolism and sly references. The casting is pitch perfect from Josh Brolin in a career defining performance, to Tommy Lee Jones as yet another endearing officer of the law. Javier Bardem delivers one of the most unnerving villains in recent years, a watery-eyed psychopath with an absurd haircut and deliberate coal-dark principles. He’s a post-modern boogeyman, a terminator in the flesh.
There’s solid support from Garret Dillahunt (Deadwood) as Bell’s naïve deputy, and Kelly MacDonald as Moss’s southern belle wife (although I wasn’t as convinced by her twang as I should’ve), and not forgetting Woody Harrelson as the over-confident hired cowboy (and an effective little plot thickener there).
No Country for Old Men is not for the faint-hearted, yet it’s a kind of treatise on brutalism which many cinemagoers who abhor violence will admire, or at the least, appreciate. It would make a great double feature with The Proposition, another dust-laden portrait of intense violence. Even a triple-whammy alongside The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada.
If the Oscars go ahead this year it will be satisfying to see the Coens reap some serious awards (which they have a strong chance of doing). No Country for Old Men is an instant classic and will reward with repeat viewings (already I can’t wait to own a deluxe edition on DVD), so make sure you see it at least once on the big screen. Joel and Ethan Coen have mustered a black pearl, a gleaming noir that nudges and winks at the horror genre with a knowing eye, then digs its spurs in, and away she rides.
Here's the theatrical trailer:
For two other equally gushing reviews read my cinephilic buddies JD and Cibby's reviews here and here
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Comment by JohnDoe
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Comment by Cibbuano
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Comment by Bryn
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Cibby, yeah, gonna have to see this baby again on the big screen methinks. And I quite agree, it seems to make no mistakes, and that's a mighty achievement.
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Looks to be a very good gangstar drama.
Excellent review
Comment by Miswanderlust
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Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Thanks for the great review. I will definitely see it. I was kind of on the fence. (ha) Off to read JD's post
Mis
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Mis, thanks! I enjoyed writing it too ... JD even rang me to give me big props, very nice of him! Yeah, we love this one.
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
I haven't loved a Coen brothers film in a while, and nothing they've done outshines Fargo for me. But it's nice to hear from those who know their stuff (ie...you and JD) that this is a return to form.
Can't wait to see it.
Comment by Cibbuano
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To everyone else, what more praise do you need to compel you to watch this?
Comment by D. Armenta
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JD's and Bryn's words are gospel to me..they like all the same movies I like!
Comment by Bryn
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Comment by Miswanderlust
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Hipnotherapy
Finally got to see it. So fabulous! Thanks again for the recommendation
Mis
Comment by Bryn
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Comment by Teresa Ralton
MRS SMITH
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SISTERS IN CRIME
I wonder if you will get this, being as the post is so old, but I just started looking at the many reviews on Orble.
I only just saw the film. I didn't know much about the film apart from having won a lot of awards last year and I had in my mind that it was some story about farmers in texas having tough times. I was absolutely engaged for every second. I think this is one of the best, if not "the best" films I have ever seen. I've got to see it again. Even the bit of difficulty I had with understanding some of what was being said does not take points off. I might do a post relating to the reviews and link back. This one is excellent. I am curious - you say you weren't quite convinced by Kelly MacDonalds' twang. Are you American?
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
No I'm actually a New Zealander living in Australia.
Kelly McDonald is Scottish with a thick Scots brogue, which you can hear peeking through her Southern accent every now and again. She's a good actor, but I wasn't entirely convinced.
Comment by Teresa Ralton
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That's funny because I was born in Scotland and can usually pick up even a trace of Scottish accent but I didn't notice it there. It is something, I know, that can really take you out of the moment when you are watching a movie. And sorry, I'm not saying this to be disagreeable but I've heard Kelly MacDonald speaking naturally and she has a very soft Scottish accent. Believe me, if she had a thick brogue she would almost incomprehensible to a non-Scottish person.
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