
I’m reviewing this late because I wanted to be sure how I felt about it. Had I been hoodwinked? Had the Coens simply removed some credit from their still pretty flush bank account? After all these guys were far from infallible. The Ladykillers and Intolerable Cruelty were proof of that. A second viewing was in order. The verdict? This film is amazing, bold, brave, suspenseful, funny, horrifying, depicts a striking moral point of view and is easily the best film I have seen this year so far. My ballot isn’t due until December seventh but so far No Country For Old Men is walking away with several nods in several categories. The fact that some people just don’t get this film, find the ending rather empty or believe that the Coens are simply trotting out weak absurdism to disguise and buttress a genre storyline confuses me.
The Coens crowning achievement? It may well be. I’ll leave that for others better critically equipped than I to decide. But as critics argue how great it is and over which of the Coens previous efforts it borrows most heavily from and how making these films led the Coens to this point I can’t help but be amazed how different No Country For Old Men is from all of them. Yes there is more than a passing resemblance to Fargo and Blood Simple, and it’s even tempting to compare No Countrys use of landscape to Oh Brother Where Out Thou and it’s homespun characters to Raising Arizona.
But this film offers a mindscape set solidly outside the Coen ourve much less mere genre film even as its visual cues are drawn from genre. Sad sack sherrifs, psychopathic hit men and hard luck heroes roam a landscape dotted with small towns trailer parks and sleazy motels running into exactly the sorts of conflict you’d expect from a movie with these sorts of characters and settings. But despite the flipped coins, dead dogs, quick quips and gun battles the movie moves us emotionally and mentally into the sort of lonely space usually reserved for a Church pew, or a bar stool inviting you to search your soul and ask if you’ve been a good person, or an honest person, or at least the kind of person you can live with when everyone else has paired off, prayed off and gone home. The longing for some earthly reward reaches out from all sorts of faces here, the innocent, the world weary and the just plain dumb. In short this is a country of suffering that draws a bead on everyone equally offering a judgment we can’t escape be we widow or hitman. Have the Coen’s ever entered this territory before. Absolutely and with great distinction. But this is a stripped down film like no other Coen project before it hearkening back to masterpiece work like In Cold Blood. It’s stark and human and real and couldn’t really care less if you’ve seen any of the Coens other movies.
Josh Brolin plays an everyman cowboy type who stumbles across some money leftover from a drug deal gone very, very bad. After making a clean getaway he, in true Coen Brothers fashion, makes a decision a mere criminal wouldn’t make and it’s this that gets him into the thick of it. Enter decidedly psychotic but not sociopathic hitman portrayed by a dead eyed Javier Bardem. Blessed with the tracking abilities of a hound and a warped if urgent sense of work ethic Marquez relentlessly dogs Brolins trail as a tired eyed sheriff played to perfection by Tommy Lee Jones tracks them both and surveys the human wreckage along the way. A showdown isn’t the point of the film and I won’t spoil the final moments for you. In fact any further exposition of the plot would hamper the beautifully constructed story from achieving the effect the Coens have in store. Suffice to say getting there is more than half the fun here.
If the film offered blank absurdism it would be almost intolerable perhaps even immoral. But, and perhaps No Country for Old men is most like the Coens other films in this way, however loony, psychopathic, or naïve characters in No Country are they are also haunted by the idea of goodness and universal order. Good guys make bad choices and bad guys live by a harsh code that seems paradoxically honorable even as it drives them towards the despicable. The innocent get caught in between the cracks in the world the Coens bring to life but hope still seems worth the trouble for those inhabiting it, unlike asking for a cigarette before the firing squad takes aim these creatures might bow their heads for a moment and do a little soul searching.
The Coens do make an odd choice in leaving the film with no score. But what kind of music even exists in a world like this? It would be too much like putting a soundtrack to real life and this is a film that needs to be seen more than it needs to be heard like the silences between lines ina hymn that forgets to offer salvation. Secular sainthood if there is such a thing wouldn't be far off the mark for these two filmmakers but don't you have to be dead before they declare you a saint? In any case I'm suggesting you see this film now although I have no doubt No Country For Old Men will still be around long after the Coen brothers the current audience and maybe even the studio that produced it are long gone.

This film was a masterpiece in technique. I was never a huge Coen Brothers fan until I saw this. Lighting, editing, everything. It was pitch-perfect. And Josh Brolin, I mean wow. He's like the second-coming of Lee Marvin.
I've always been lukewarm towards my fellow Knoxvillian Cormac McCarthy as well, but this film did more than justice to his work, I'm sure.
anton_es - You didn't like all the nice little parallels between the Chigurh character and Llwellyn Moss (the similar scenes where Moss buys the jacket at the American Border, and Chigurh buys the shirt from the boys at the end? - The sheriffs symbolic non-confrontation with Chigurh at the end. Carla-Jean's refusal to play by Chigurh's game of chance, and the simple scene of Chigurh checking his boots on the way out) There are so many great touches that seem to counter the reductive dismissal you are throwing on the table regarding the arty ending (Note, this wasn't a Coen Brothers invention, that is all in the book too).
first: everybody i met I told to go see that movie. it's that good.
but in a intelligent, thoughtfull and quirky genre movie with a deliberate pacing way.
he, I'm sorry if come across as an arrogant prick but exactly those little "touches" you mention hit me like a sledgehammer, sitting there: no, please not.
they made everything right but when I see old men apathically gazing into the horizons giving speeches about thing you never would trust them to have ANY knowledge of I am entertained, it all sounds good, but in no way masterpiece.
I love the japanese Yakuza movies of the late 60s,70s Japan. many movies have similar themes like this one, only with, eg. samurais. and they are partly GREAT movies elevating themselves above standard fare.
but CFOM came for me across as brilliant standard fare with tackled on philosphy ending.