
No Country For Old Men (DVD)
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The Coen brothers adapt Cormac McCarthy's crime novel for the screen with breathtaking panache. Tommy Lee Jones, Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin star
"You can't stop what's coming," mutters a grizzled old-timer towards the end of No Country For Old Men. If there's a moral to be teased out of the Coen brothers' breathtaking crime thriller that could well be it. Faced with the march of time and the senseless vicissitudes of fate, the rugged characters of this Texan western noir keep pushing against the tide. It doesn't help them achieve anything... except die a little sooner.
Stripping back Cormac McCarthy's elegiac western, the Coens have produced one of their finest films. It's reminiscent of their early neo-noir Blood Simple and their much-lauded Oscar-winning Fargo yet it has an epic sweep that puts both of these films in the shade. As it cuts between three main protagonists, it builds a mythic, sometimes operatic, picture of America's dark soul.
The ostensible hero is Llewellyn Moss (Brolin), a Vietnam vet who stumbles across the aftermath of a drug deal gone wrong while hunting antelope in Texas. Snaffling a suitcase stuffed with $2 million in hard cash, Moss goes on the run. Little does he realize that the suitcase is fitted with a tracking device. Following its signal is hitman Anton Chigurh (Bardem) armed with a cattle stun gun and a menacingly calm demeanour. Pursuing them both is Sheriff Bell (Jones), a disillusioned policeman despairing of America's violent tradition.
"Portents of doom are everywhere"
Opening with Chigurh murdering a police deputy who's taken him into custody, No Country For Old Men quickly establishes its offbeat credentials. "I got it under control," the deputy boasts on the telephone before being brutally strangled by his handcuffed prisoner. Bardem, icily detached and decked out with a moptop wig, moves with the grace of a trained athlete. He is a man who lives to kill, an instrument of fate.
After the struggle, the Coens focus their camera on the scuffmarks left on the linoleum floor by the deputy's boots as he thrashed and struggled. It sets the tone: vicious violence is repeatedly accompanied by bathetic black humour. No one's laughing, though. Instead the offbeat asides add to the general sense of life's absurdity that laces this thriller.
Fate is against everyone here; nothing ever turns out as it's supposed to, nobody ever gets quite what they wanted or deserved. Chigurh taunts his (often) innocent victims with a coin toss: heads or tails to decide whether they live or die. Most of the hicks he forces into choosing don't even realise what's at stake. There is no sense of order to the universe, just random chance. Once one realizes that, the Coens suggest, even the most everyday items seem odd: a wrapper unfolding in close up on a counter, a bottle of milk left out on a coffee table. Portents of doom are everywhere.
"Re-establishes the Coens as two of American cinema's most talented directors"
Verdict
With its sly wit, dark intelligence and tense action sequences this film re-establishes the Coens as two of American cinema's most talented directors. It's also the best adaptation of McCarthy's work to date and an unmissable crime movie.
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