No Country for Old Men — 10 Years Later
Everything about this movie screams "quality!" So why don't I love it?
Everything about this movie screams "quality!" So why don't I love it?
"Is it just me, or is Michael Bay giving a deliberate middle finger to the Coen Brothers?"
Walking to my car after the screening, the first thing I said to my friend was, "Well, that was terrifically entertaining...." The urge to add the "but" was not literally overwhelming, though I do think the ellipses were audible in my voice.
There is something about the existential angst of Larry Gopnik (Michael Stuhlbarg) that--I don't know--might have felt at home in an anthology with John Cheever's "Death of Justina" or on a double-bill with whatever film about the silence of God that Ingmar Bergman had just released in 1963.
I never did attend film school or seminary, or design my own college major combining my two primary interests. And 25 years later, I’m not convinced Blood Simple is any more spiritually significant than any other noir-ish thriller that visits biblically proportioned consequences on the black hearts of its protagonists. But God bless Cathleen Falsani for trying to convince me it is.