Jennifer and I went to see No Country For Old Men last Friday. I'd like to make strong arguments for the movie's true meaning, but I'm forced to come to grips with the fact that I'm a movie simpleton.
I quite literally just watch movies. Jennifer gets movies. Know what I mean?
Scooby-Doo confused me. I never got that it was the butler dressed up as a ghost to scare Fred away so that nobody would find the treasure chest.
I remember watching The Sixth Sense with Jennifer and - ohhh - fifteen minutes into the film I hear her say, "I get it; he's dead."
No Country For Old Men similarly bamboozled me. Oh, everybody else has an opinion about it. It's an allegory. It's free will -vs- fate.
All I know is, a captive bolt pistol makes a wicked weapon.
Sorry. That's all I have to offer as a movie review. Rotten Tomatoes has it at 95%, just so you know.
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The Coen brothers wrote one of my favorite movies "Raising Arizona". That would be one that Brendan could just *watch*. Their comedies are funny yet twisted; and their dramas are just plain twisted. Anyway, if you see this movie, plan to think, not just watch.
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