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The worst movie of 2007.
Hi. I just watched No Country For Old Men, and then promptly took a shard of glass to my retinas. So if I make a spelling mistake, you'll have to bear with me. I can't see. Spoilers for the rest of the entry.
It began amazingly, I was riveted to the screen. Who could predict that watching Javier Bardem walk around in the dark for thirty minutes, with a pneumatic system that kicks ass, would be suspenseful. He portrayed his character flawlessly. He was a cold hearted killer, with eyes as black as coal.
The first sour note that struck me (or didn't, in this case) was the lack of sound. I listened for music: a score, a soundtrack, Shakira yelling, anything. Yet, the only thing in the background was a harsh Texan wind. A little bit odd for me, as a score adds emotion to a film, but the cold silence did add to the suspense. So I momentarily digress.
They made us fall in love with Josh Brolin's character, his sweet wife making him even more endearing. And then he is on the run from this psychotic killer, making the audience root for his character. Tommy Lee Jone's cop character tells a boring story and then suddenly, the scene fades to black then fades back up and the main character is dead. And we never see him again...
That's when the film turned for me. In a scene that added no development to the movie, except to push my finger closer to the stop button, the killer confronts the wife. Okay, we get it! He's a psychotic killer and life means nothing to him. We understood this within the first ten minutes, no reason to go on for two hours about it. Then wifey is dead. Or is she? Because that scene was the epitome of vague.
Then Tommy Lee tells another lame ass story with the ending line "And I woke up." Cut to credits. Well, I woke up too and then scratched the back of my brain with a bullet. It's like the film suddenly decided to press fast forward and skip the main character's death, the wife's death(?), how the killer escaped, how he got the money, and what happened to the Mexicans. This would have been perfectly acceptable if time was a story device used throughout the entirety of the film.
It wasn't.
The beginning showed promise -- it was clever, well written, and suspenseful, up until the beginning of the resolution and then everything was shot to Satan. A bad movie is a bad movie through and through. An EXTREMELY bad movie is a good movie turned bad half way through. And that is why No Country for Old Men is the worst movie of 2007.
Hi. I just watched No Country For Old Men, and then promptly took a shard of glass to my retinas. So if I make a spelling mistake, you'll have to bear with me. I can't see. Spoilers for the rest of the entry.
It began amazingly, I was riveted to the screen. Who could predict that watching Javier Bardem walk around in the dark for thirty minutes, with a pneumatic system that kicks ass, would be suspenseful. He portrayed his character flawlessly. He was a cold hearted killer, with eyes as black as coal.
The first sour note that struck me (or didn't, in this case) was the lack of sound. I listened for music: a score, a soundtrack, Shakira yelling, anything. Yet, the only thing in the background was a harsh Texan wind. A little bit odd for me, as a score adds emotion to a film, but the cold silence did add to the suspense. So I momentarily digress.
They made us fall in love with Josh Brolin's character, his sweet wife making him even more endearing. And then he is on the run from this psychotic killer, making the audience root for his character. Tommy Lee Jone's cop character tells a boring story and then suddenly, the scene fades to black then fades back up and the main character is dead. And we never see him again...
That's when the film turned for me. In a scene that added no development to the movie, except to push my finger closer to the stop button, the killer confronts the wife. Okay, we get it! He's a psychotic killer and life means nothing to him. We understood this within the first ten minutes, no reason to go on for two hours about it. Then wifey is dead. Or is she? Because that scene was the epitome of vague.
Then Tommy Lee tells another lame ass story with the ending line "And I woke up." Cut to credits. Well, I woke up too and then scratched the back of my brain with a bullet. It's like the film suddenly decided to press fast forward and skip the main character's death, the wife's death(?), how the killer escaped, how he got the money, and what happened to the Mexicans. This would have been perfectly acceptable if time was a story device used throughout the entirety of the film.
It wasn't.
The beginning showed promise -- it was clever, well written, and suspenseful, up until the beginning of the resolution and then everything was shot to Satan. A bad movie is a bad movie through and through. An EXTREMELY bad movie is a good movie turned bad half way through. And that is why No Country for Old Men is the worst movie of 2007.