Published on December 11th, 2007 | by Erich Becker0
Review: No Country for Old Men
Maybe artful pictures such as No Country for Old Men aren’t for everyone except old men and crotchety old film critics, those in the younger critical circles can certainly see the merit, and artistry in films such as this one, and the pedigree of the directors, Joel and Ethan Coen, is nearly unmatched, but No Country for Old Men ends up becoming lost in itself and its stride to buck the trends of Hollywood in such a way that it is nearly unwatchable at times for the fear you may fall asleep.
The film isn’t particularly long; although it feels as though you’ve just sat down to enjoy the entire 12-hour epic Lord of the Rings trilogy when it begins without a word spoken and long panning shots of desert landscapes and the far horizon. After a few minutes the scratchy voice of Tommy Lee Jones serves as our introduction into this world, but his bookends (both here and at the end of the film describing a recent dream) just leave the audience with a sense of “what the hell just happened here” rather than some conclusion on the story.
There’s no doubt that the film is expertly shot and from what one can tell by not having read the novel in which its based, No Country for Old Men is one of the most faithful adaptations to the source material on the big screen today, but even with all the talent and promise, it never approaches anything above average as it tries to be unique and attempts to lure the user into a rich world of a man on the run from a ruthless killer. We assume this is a rich world because the motivations and exposition of why these characters do what they do is left for you, the viewer, to determine, which further adds to the confusion.
The film’s protagonist, Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin), discovers a drug deal gone wrong in the desert. Further examination shows a lot of dead bodies, one dead dog, a lone survivor, and two million dollars in a case just ripe for the taking. Moss takes the money, and leaves the survivor, but when his conscious gets the best of him, and he goes back to help the man, the rightful owners of the drugs and money begin searching for him.
From there a game of cat and mouse between Moss and the laughably insane Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem) begins and the movie seems as though it’s going to pick up into something akin to The Fugitive, but, instead, it settles down into a morality piece looking at both men, on opposite ends of the spectrum. Through this all Moss’s wife (Kelly Macdonald) seeks the help of Sherriff Ed Tom Bell (Jones) who’s close to retirement but knows that Moss might be caught up in something bigger than he can handle and sets out to help the marked man.
There’s just no one to like in the film besides Jones and his deputy side kick who get the films only few laughs during a very serious 121 minutes. The protagonist and antagonist are unlikable as Moss is realistically a thief and strives to take revenge on Chigurh. Bardem’s killer is similarly unlikable and comical in unintended ways as he eats up twenty minutes of screen time posing inane questions and hypothetical situations to potential victims. During these parts the only thing I could think of was Quentin Tarantino’s similarly disappointing bore-a-thon Death Proof and how ending my misery in any way possible could be achieved.
In the end the movie closes with a whisper as