Here we are again, campers, here we are again. 
The usual form applies - This thread is a spoiler-tag free zone so only read on if you've seen the film or don't care about knowing the finer points of the plot...
No Country For Old Men (2007, Mr & Mr Coen)

What is it with cowboy boots exactly? This question goes out to the Good Old Boy MoFos who might be acquainted with such things.
I bought a pair once - they cut the feet off me and made me look like like I was struggling to walk downhill on an icy pavement when I tried to break them in. Maybe I don't have American-shaped feet or something...
There are many pairs of these Cuban-heeled jobbies in No Country For Old Men but I still loved the film, no matter how many painful memories were evoked.
I'm sure a fair few people here will have seen the film before, and not just for the Movie Club so I'll be reasonably brief.
I'd been falling out of love with The Coens for quite a few years, ever since The Big Lebowski to be honest. The first movie of theirs I'd seen was Raising Arizona, which I'd liked (but not loved, still don't), but it was Barton Fink and Miller's Crossing which really made me sit up and take notice. I can remember coming out of the cinema after watching the latter and a friend revealing that he had Blood Simple at home on VHS.
I kept that video for about two years...
Anyway, after Fargo I felt that they had lost their way. I can take or leave The Big Lebowski, O Brother... and Intolerable Cruelty, didn't mind The Man Who Wasn't There and loathed with a passion The Ladykillers.
I thought that the brothers had shot their bolt, become middle-aged and self-satisfied. I hoped that they'd make a great film again but wasn't banking on it.
No Country For Old Men is a quiet film. The absence of a score didn't really register with me until about half way through, by which time I was already hooked by the resigned softly spoken dialogue. I loved the stillness.
Javier Bardem's Anton isn't exactly the most outwardly animated indestructable predator in Movie history either. His use of the compressed air livestock-killer totally suits his character's mood - quiet, deliberate and unconventionally deadly. Is this an Oscar winning performance though? Question number one...

Superficially, Tommy Lee Jones seems to be reprising his role in The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada - a grizzled but thoughtful relic of the Old West, a sheriff this time rather than a cow poke. To say that would be to do the actor a disservice, though, because I think that TLJ has matured from a grumpy git into a sympathetic grumpy git. He's perfect as Ed Bell, a man who gradually realises that there's not a lot he can do to affect the changing world around him. Top marks for Cantankerous Tom!
I hadn't paid a great deal off attention to Josh Brolin's work before this, I must admit. He does what he has to do (namely check into motels, wear cowboy boots and get shot occasionally) with a certain quiet charisma, fitting snugly into the film. His demise is sudden, rather unexpected and perfectly timed.

Kelly MacDonald is surprisingly believable as Brolin's wife. I'm not an expert on Texan accents, though.
I also have to mention (and, again, this is no great surprise) the cinematagrophy of Roger Deakins. It's as sumptuously muted as anything he's done, particularly his work in the desert, and compliments the understated performances perfectly.
I don't quite know yet where I'd place No Country For Old Men in the Coen's filmic cannon. I'd need to see it more than the twice I have already (and give it a few years to settle) but the initial signs are quite high - Dunno if it quite touches Miller's Crossing but it's certainly up there with Barton Fink and Fargo, for me.
That rating might change over the years because I know that my thoughts are still slightly coloured by the euphoria that Joel and Ethan are back making great movies again. Hopefully this is only the beginning to a wonderful second half of their careers.

Some questions for the panel to mull over before I go -
Why do you think Anton took off his socks in the motel after killing the Mexicans? All that I can put it down to is that he wasn't as calm as he outwardly appeared and was sweating profusely. Socks that smelly are no good to man nor beast, especially for a fashion concious hitman-about-town.
I may, of course, be wrong...
The ending. As satisfying as the rest of the film?
Cheerio MoFo. I'm as happy as a pig in muck right now - The Coens aren't dead!
Over to you.

The usual form applies - This thread is a spoiler-tag free zone so only read on if you've seen the film or don't care about knowing the finer points of the plot...
No Country For Old Men (2007, Mr & Mr Coen)

What is it with cowboy boots exactly? This question goes out to the Good Old Boy MoFos who might be acquainted with such things.
I bought a pair once - they cut the feet off me and made me look like like I was struggling to walk downhill on an icy pavement when I tried to break them in. Maybe I don't have American-shaped feet or something...
There are many pairs of these Cuban-heeled jobbies in No Country For Old Men but I still loved the film, no matter how many painful memories were evoked.

I'm sure a fair few people here will have seen the film before, and not just for the Movie Club so I'll be reasonably brief.
I'd been falling out of love with The Coens for quite a few years, ever since The Big Lebowski to be honest. The first movie of theirs I'd seen was Raising Arizona, which I'd liked (but not loved, still don't), but it was Barton Fink and Miller's Crossing which really made me sit up and take notice. I can remember coming out of the cinema after watching the latter and a friend revealing that he had Blood Simple at home on VHS.
I kept that video for about two years...
Anyway, after Fargo I felt that they had lost their way. I can take or leave The Big Lebowski, O Brother... and Intolerable Cruelty, didn't mind The Man Who Wasn't There and loathed with a passion The Ladykillers.
I thought that the brothers had shot their bolt, become middle-aged and self-satisfied. I hoped that they'd make a great film again but wasn't banking on it.
No Country For Old Men is a quiet film. The absence of a score didn't really register with me until about half way through, by which time I was already hooked by the resigned softly spoken dialogue. I loved the stillness.
Javier Bardem's Anton isn't exactly the most outwardly animated indestructable predator in Movie history either. His use of the compressed air livestock-killer totally suits his character's mood - quiet, deliberate and unconventionally deadly. Is this an Oscar winning performance though? Question number one...



Superficially, Tommy Lee Jones seems to be reprising his role in The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada - a grizzled but thoughtful relic of the Old West, a sheriff this time rather than a cow poke. To say that would be to do the actor a disservice, though, because I think that TLJ has matured from a grumpy git into a sympathetic grumpy git. He's perfect as Ed Bell, a man who gradually realises that there's not a lot he can do to affect the changing world around him. Top marks for Cantankerous Tom!

I hadn't paid a great deal off attention to Josh Brolin's work before this, I must admit. He does what he has to do (namely check into motels, wear cowboy boots and get shot occasionally) with a certain quiet charisma, fitting snugly into the film. His demise is sudden, rather unexpected and perfectly timed.

Kelly MacDonald is surprisingly believable as Brolin's wife. I'm not an expert on Texan accents, though.

I also have to mention (and, again, this is no great surprise) the cinematagrophy of Roger Deakins. It's as sumptuously muted as anything he's done, particularly his work in the desert, and compliments the understated performances perfectly.
I don't quite know yet where I'd place No Country For Old Men in the Coen's filmic cannon. I'd need to see it more than the twice I have already (and give it a few years to settle) but the initial signs are quite high - Dunno if it quite touches Miller's Crossing but it's certainly up there with Barton Fink and Fargo, for me.
That rating might change over the years because I know that my thoughts are still slightly coloured by the euphoria that Joel and Ethan are back making great movies again. Hopefully this is only the beginning to a wonderful second half of their careers.


Some questions for the panel to mull over before I go -
Why do you think Anton took off his socks in the motel after killing the Mexicans? All that I can put it down to is that he wasn't as calm as he outwardly appeared and was sweating profusely. Socks that smelly are no good to man nor beast, especially for a fashion concious hitman-about-town.
I may, of course, be wrong...
The ending. As satisfying as the rest of the film?
Cheerio MoFo. I'm as happy as a pig in muck right now - The Coens aren't dead!

Over to you.

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"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how the Tatty 100 is done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves." - Brendan Behan