As Sheriff Ed Tom Bell stares out at the barren Texas landscape, wondering how to catch a crazed killer, we sense that he’s losing all hope of bringing any justice to the situation.
But we can feel something deeper disintegrating too. Nostalgic for days when a lawman could make a difference, Bell is losing any hope he has for humankind. He scowls and says, “I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn’t.”
You too may find yourself hoping that God will save the day while you watch this riveting adaptation of the bestselling novel No Country for Old Men. You may wait and wait, hoping that justice will be done, that grace will come to these characters.
But those familiar with the author of this story will probably guess that God is not among this cast of characters. Foolish, greedy men. Heartless killers. Doomed innocents. Welcome to the World According to Cormac McCarthy.
McCarthy’s stories paint dispiriting pictures, but they’re bestsellers nevertheless. His celebrated line of novels includes Blood Meridian, All the Pretty Horses, The Crossing, and the recent Oprah-selection The Road. (Soon we’ll see a big-screen version of The Road, directed by John Hillcoat, who brought us another nightmare called The Proposition last year.)
No Country for Old Men, published in 2005, was bound to become a movie. It has elements of classic crime thrillers, film noir, gunslinger shootouts, and thrilling chase sequences. And it features a villain as distinct and malevolent as Hannibal Lecter.
The story—which gets its title from William Butler Yeats’ “Sailing to Byzantium”—is a story about a Vietnam vet named Llewellyn Moss who finds $2 million at the scene of a drug deal gone wrong. Like an idiot, Moss takes the money and runs. But he can’t hide from the killer that the dealers have sent after him. Anton Chigurh is a ruthless predator who really enjoys his work. He’s so bad, in fact, that even his employers are frantic to stop him when they realize the trouble they’ve set in motion.
There’s something very familiar about the madness that ensues in McCarthy’s page-turner. It all sounds suspiciously like the work of the Coen Brothers, who brought us violent crime capers like Blood Simple and Fargo. In fact, reading the book, this reviewer could not help but laugh at how conversations between the foolish thief and his oblivious wife resembled the bone-headed banter between Nicolas Cage and Holly Hunter in the Coens’ comedy Raising Arizona.
So it’s almost too good to be true that the Coen Brothers have, in fact, adapted McCarthy’s novel and brought it to the screen. It’s as if this was part of McCarthy’s plan all along.
Sweetening the deal, Tommy Lee Jones has been cast as Sheriff Ed Tom Bell. The Coens’ greatest strength has always been their flair for comical dialogue and exaggerated dialects. Their language comes as naturally to Jones as riding a horse. He savors and spits his lines as if they were chewing tobacco. He has the gaze of a lifelong farmer who hasn’t seen a drop of rain in a decade, and his face is as rugged as the Texas landscape. He captures the book’s portrayal of Bell—a man caught in the quicksand of despair—perfectly. Jones has played a lot of troubled trackers in his career, and chased a lot of fugitives. But his work here is second only to his performance in last year’s The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada.
Josh Brolin, enjoying a remarkable year of breakthrough performances (Grindhouse, In the Valley of Elah, American Gangster), has the biggest role of his career playing Moss. He’s fantastic. Maintaining a caveman’s stupefied expression, he makes us wonder if Moss might be related to The Big Lebowski‘s “Dude.”
The rest of the cast, with one exception, is note-perfect. Kelly Macdonald, known for her fragile beauty and Scottish accent, is startling as a trailer-bound housewife with a Southern drawl thick as molasses. Woody Harrelson plays a boastful hitman named Bell to perfection, just two steps up the ladder of idiocy from Moss. Only Beth Grant seems out of place, overplaying Moss’s mother-in-law as if she was acting in a sketch on Saturday Night Live.
But everybody will leave the theater raving about Javier Bardem, who plays the sinister slaughterer. There’s a wild light in Chigurh’s eyes and even a hint of a smile as he torments his soon-to-be-victims. Looking like the worst descendant of the Addams Family, he’s a fearsome freak, as unstoppable as those black thunderstorms we see sweeping across the desert.
Chigurh marches from target to target, knocking off his victims one by one with a tank of compressed air and a hose—a weapon that is almost silent and definitely deadly. His view of the world is frightfully mechanical: He carries out his rituals without any exceptions, and the only chance he gives his targets depends on the flip of a coin. Mercy? Compassion? Forgiveness? Those concepts don’t exist in his vocabulary. He loves to watch his victims squirm. (Even crumpled candy wrappers twitch and writhe in his presence.)
The scenes in which Chigurh stalks Moss are as suspenseful as anything the Coens have ever staged. And that has as much to do with what we hear as what we see. No Country for Old Men lacks a traditional soundtrack, but don’t say it doesn’t have music. The blip-blip-blip of a transponder becomes as frightening as the famous theme from Jaws. The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floors of a hotel hallway are as ominous as the drums of war. When the leather of a briefcase squeaks against the metal of a ventilation shaft, you’ll cringe, and the distant echo of a telephone ringing in a hotel lobby will jangle your nerves.
In spite of masterful sound design, and brilliant cinematography by Roger Deakins (who also shot The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford), it’s what we don’t hear or see that makes No Country so haunting. Love, hope, and Almighty God—they seem to be missing in action.
The silence of God may, in fact, have been the mystery foremost on McCarthy’s mind. Following Chigurh on his rampage through the desert, the author offers only a few possible conclusions:
- God might be so disgusted with humankind that he’s decided to keep his distance and let us destroy each other;
- God might be trying to reach into the world through fleeting gestures of human benevolence—like Carla’s steadfast love for her stupid husband, or a young boy’s kindness in offering his shirt to a bleeding victim; or,
- God just might not exist at all.
Powerfully faithful to the McCarthy’s text, the Coens have given us their bleakest work to date. At first it feels like familiar territory, with numerous references to their previous works. Like Raising Arizona‘s “Lone Biker of the Apocalypse,” Chigurh happily blasts small animals with a shotgun as he roars down the highway. The guilty and the innocent try to talk their way out of execution, just as they did in Miller’s Crossing. Stephen Root (TV’s Newsradio), who made the Soggy Bottom Boys a recording sensation in O Brother, Where Art Thou?, plays the everpresent Coen Brothers caricature: The Man Behind the Big Desk. And Sheriff Bell, world-weary as he is, might be related to Fargo‘s Marge Gunderson.
And yet, in spite of these similarities, we’ve never seen the Coens descend so far into the abyss of human depravity. Their primary endeavor—from Blood Simple to Miller’s Crossing, from O Brother Where Art Thou? to The Big Lebowski—has always been to ask if the human heart might discover grace in a world spoiled by greed, murder, and folly. Mining the brittle stone of McCarthy’s nihilistic narrative, the Coens can’t find any trace of hope.
“You can’t stop what’s coming,” a prophetic old man tells Sheriff Bell. And Bell, so proud of his heritage of lawmen, is miserable at his insufficiency. “It ain’t all waitin’ on you,” the old man cautions him. “That’s vanity.” And we’re left facing questions that haunt so many great works of art: Who is the world waiting on? If God exists, why doesn’t he intervene to prevent such apocalyptic violence? Whatever the answers might be, No Country for Old Men suggests that truth, justice, and the American way are not enough to save us from the dark and deadly winds of change.
Talk About It
Discussion starters- What kind of a man is Llewellyn Moss? What is important to him? What does he love? Is he good to his wife Carla? Consider some of his choices along the way. Are any of them honorable?
- What kind of a man is Ed Tom Bell? Is he a good lawman? What is his perspective on the world? What is his perspective on God?
- What kind of man is Anton Chigurh? What do we learn about his view of the world?
- These characters seem to live in a world where God is absent, if he exists at all. Have you ever felt that God was silent or absent? Discuss.
- Think through the recent news headlines about trouble around the world. Are there any situations that make you wonder why God doesn’t get involved and make things right? Does Scripture have anything to say to us when we see the wicked succeeding, and when we feel despair over the evil in the world?
The Family Corner
For parents to considerNo Country for Old Men is rated R for strong graphic violence and some language. The violence is graphic and bloody, the language harsh. These men curse, take the Lord’s name in vain, and seem to be sinking into despair. It’s the kind of movie that could severely frighten children and teens—and some adults, for that matter.
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