Jonathan Poritsky

Review: No Country For Old Men

In crit­i­cal cir­cles it is often men­tioned that for­eign­ers often have the best per­spec­tive to make films about American life and his­tory. This argu­ment will cite Polanski’s Chinatown; Leone’s The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly; Wenders’s Paris, Texas; and count­less oth­ers as proof of the notion that American-ness is some­thing best con­sid­ered from afar. However, there are two boys from Minneapolis who throw a lit­tle kink into that tried and true theory.

With No Country For Old Men, Joel and Ethan Coen have fur­ther devel­oped their tire­less effort to under­stand what it is to be a cit­i­zen of this qcoun­try and, duly, of the world. In the most basic sense, the film is about chas­ing the American dream, rep­re­sented here, as a bag full of money. There are three men going after a piece of the pie: the every­man, the law­man, and the (not so) dark other. How about we rewind and do that again with more semi-colons: Llewelyn Moss, played with indomitable tim­bre by Josh Brolin; Ed Tom Bell, the once-and-future nar­ra­tor offered up by Tommy Lee Jones and the deep pock­ets beneath his weary eyes; and Anton Chigurh, played by Javier Bardem, who will get his own para­graph should you care to read on. Read on…