No Country For Old Men
Review:
What country are they talking about? America? Indians killed off western settlers and Mexicans were killed by Spaniards and now Americans are killed by Mexicans. It's a hard country, makes men old fast. Well, shit. You don't say. I need a Texan in a wheelchair to tell me that? I've already got a Texan in the white house who can't find his ass in a pair of pants. When reality eclipses the insanity of a movie then the movie is in trouble, and this movie, No Country For Old Men, is only moderately insane. Hell, the trip to the theater and back was just as crazy as some of the adventures I watched. Maybe it's just me. Maybe my life - with resurrected motorcycles, chainsaws, circuit boards, jazz guitar, weed, poverty, scripts based in 1846, and a hyper-awareness of the political and environmental crisis that is bound to crush this country - sets up movies for a fall. You want to tell me about a guy who finds some money and then tries to keep it? Pardon me while I yawn. You want to show me a pathological killer who is so powerful and well connected that he must blow up a car so he can get some sterile wound pads for free. Now that's an enemy I'd be afraid of! He's so clever that he carries around a pressurized oxygen tank and cattle pulverizer. Does anyone look twice at him? Naw. Why would they? Texas is full of freaks. You want to babble philosophically about dreams and the meaning of life? It's been done better.
Something tells me that caring about details like that "misses the point" of this film. Well, I guess I missed the point. Excuse me for not crying any tears over anyone who died or didn't die. Excuse me for leaving the theater with a feeling of neither disappointment nor satisfaction. This film did not speak to me or speak to our times. All it made me think about was that I didn't want to move to Texas. Does he keep the money? Who cares? That's not the point. The point is that this is no country for old men, young men, and everyone else. It's all just a coin flip.
What country are they talking about? America? Indians killed off western settlers and Mexicans were killed by Spaniards and now Americans are killed by Mexicans. It's a hard country, makes men old fast. Well, shit. You don't say. I need a Texan in a wheelchair to tell me that? I've already got a Texan in the white house who can't find his ass in a pair of pants. When reality eclipses the insanity of a movie then the movie is in trouble, and this movie, No Country For Old Men, is only moderately insane. Hell, the trip to the theater and back was just as crazy as some of the adventures I watched. Maybe it's just me. Maybe my life - with resurrected motorcycles, chainsaws, circuit boards, jazz guitar, weed, poverty, scripts based in 1846, and a hyper-awareness of the political and environmental crisis that is bound to crush this country - sets up movies for a fall. You want to tell me about a guy who finds some money and then tries to keep it? Pardon me while I yawn. You want to show me a pathological killer who is so powerful and well connected that he must blow up a car so he can get some sterile wound pads for free. Now that's an enemy I'd be afraid of! He's so clever that he carries around a pressurized oxygen tank and cattle pulverizer. Does anyone look twice at him? Naw. Why would they? Texas is full of freaks. You want to babble philosophically about dreams and the meaning of life? It's been done better.
Something tells me that caring about details like that "misses the point" of this film. Well, I guess I missed the point. Excuse me for not crying any tears over anyone who died or didn't die. Excuse me for leaving the theater with a feeling of neither disappointment nor satisfaction. This film did not speak to me or speak to our times. All it made me think about was that I didn't want to move to Texas. Does he keep the money? Who cares? That's not the point. The point is that this is no country for old men, young men, and everyone else. It's all just a coin flip.
posted by Oggy Bleacher | 12:17 AM
