Yeah, I'm going to bring you something, alright. I decided to make you a special project of mine. You ain't going have to come looking for me at all.
I have slept on this, I have woke on it. I have tossed, I have turned. This film is well regarded. Its an Oscar winner. Its supposed to be good. I didn't like it.
I can’t leave it there however. No Country for Old men should have enthralled me. Its minimal score and truly wonderful and atmospheric direction should have won me over and to a degree it did. However it could never overcome the sheer lack of sense or plot in the movie.
Now realism isn't needed to make a great film. Pulp Fiction is about as realistic as Pamela Andersons tits but it IS an outstanding film. I think that what I disliked so much about the film was its pretensions to be great. Our main protagonist Llewellyn has no character at all. The only moment of thrill came when he called out (the excellently acted but equally hollow) Javier Bardins character with the line quoted at the head of this article. However this is a cold comfort as the confrontation promised doesn't even happen.
No Country for Old Men is a terrible dry hump of a movie. Whipping up the viewer in orgiastic anticipation and then destroying the climax with several off-screen deaths and a truly hideous and ambiguous ending.
For me this the crux of why I disliked the movie. The story was terrible. It seemed to want to send a message, to pass a moral but I couldn't spot it. Tommy Lee Jones as the listless sheriff was obviously banging on about something but WHAT escapes me. However more damningly I really didnt care.
I am sorry but No Country for Old Men fell entirely flat with no dramatic payoff, leaving me with cinematic “Blue Balls”. Like a bowl of plastic fruit it looks so full of promise but essentially is stale and flavourless and therefore is one movie that I will not be watching again.
Paul Out… and disappointed.