How long, O LORD? Will You forget me for ever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Well, we heard No Country For Old Men was a good movie, and finally got to watch it. Here are some thoughts (beware of spoilers!)
The most disappointing part was that it was not wrapped into a nice, tidy, Hollywood package where the good guy wins and the bad guy gets his comeuppance. Of course, you can’t always count on this, and although it’s a little unusual in a movie, I do see it happening more often (like The Happening).
The movie even goes so far as to toy with you in this regard. Many times, you’re like, “Oh, yeah, here comes the butt-kicking!” But as is sometimes the case, the bad guy is always one step ahead.
Despite what some people (particularly my beautiful wife and my parents) find to be an unforgivable flaw in a movie, I found there to be many good points. First, it reminds me of the Bible–such as Psalm 13 above. Occasionally the wickedness of man is allowed to proceed unchecked, and it seems as though God has hidden His face. But when it does, and even the smallest act of selflessness is committed at the end of the movie, it is like a breath of fresh air.
Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin), the man who finds the money at the beginning of the film that sets off a violent chain reaction that destroys both the innocent and guilty is basically a good guy. He makes some surprising choices that include being faithful to his wife, and intending to show compassion to a wounded drug dealer.
The sheriff (Tommy Lee Jones) assumes the mantle of “main character” near the end of the film, but is frustrated in his desire to see justice brought to an increasingly out of control and chaotic land.
The cinematography was also great. The desolate, sometimes stormy landscapes both at day and night… The stuffy, oppressive interiors of the trailer, rental office, etc. There was no music throughout the movie, which gave more attention to all of the details, such as the ever-present house flies, the squeak of satchel full of money in a duct, the sound of Chigurh’s silenced rifle, booted footsteps outside a hotel-room door.
By the time the movie had built its crescendo, the ensuing action scene was so intense, Monica had to cover her eyes with a pillow. Yep, it was that good!
So a typical hollywood blockbuster it was not, but if you are willing to put on hip-waders and try to find some justice in an excellently made movie, give it a try.