Movie Review No Country for Old Men

No Country for Old Men (2007) 

Directed by The Coen Brothers

Written by The Coen Brothers, Cormac McCarthy

Starring Josh Brolin, Javier Bardem, Tommy Lee Jones, Woody Harrelson

Release Date November 9th, 2007

Published November 8th, 2007

The Big Lebowski is my favorite movie of all time. I have seen it dozens of times, traded lines with friends and strangers and marveled at the number of nuances I find in it everytime I watch it. Lebowski was the product of the fertile minds of the Coen Brothers who used the frame of classic noir detective stories to twist dialogue and convention into the highest form of comedy.

The Coen's new film, No Country For Old Men, could not be more different than The Big Lebowski. Faithfully adapting the dark, violent work of Cormac McCarthy, the Coen's depart with almost all of their past and work to bring McCarthy's vision to the screen. Everything down to the music, usually provided by Coen's guy Carter Burwell is jettisoned in order to bring McCarthy's earthy, Texas prose to the screen.

It sounds risky but it works. No Country For Old Men is arguably the best film of 2007.

A drug deal gone bad leads an average man, Llewellyn Wells (Josh Brolin)  to a stunning discovery, a dead man carrying a satchel holding over 2 and a half million dollars. While dollar signs flash in Lewellyn's mind, the man who's money has gone missing has already dispatched a man to recover it. That man is Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem) , a psychotic, unrelenting killer who will not stop until the job is finished, no matter how many people he has to kill.

Observing things from a few steps behind is county sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones). The drug deal happened in his jurisdiction and Wells being one of his citizens makes this a case he is required to follow. As the bodies pile up and Chigurh comes closer to Wells, Bell becomes more and more disturbed by the decline of basic humanity in his corner of the world.

Directed and adapted by the Coen Brothers, from the novel of the same name by Cormac McCarthy, No Country For Old Men is a meditative, hypnotic film experience. So sucked in by this unfolding drama and these extraordinary characters, this is the kind of film that haunts you on your way out of the theater. Try describing the feelings afterward and a tingle in your spine will no doubt accompany your recollection.

No Country For Old Men is a very unique adventure for the Coen Brothers. Known for dialogue that twists and turns and bobs and weaves like non-sequitur poetry, the Coen's surrender much of their own writing to adapting, almost word for word, the straight forward, manly dialogue of Cormac McCarthy. Readers of No Country For Old Men will recognize whole passages of dialogue from the book in the movie.

The Coen changes to McCarthy's work are minimal. They have removed Ed Tom's narration, dropping some of the old sheriff's rambling observations about the rotting of humanity into the dialogue of the film. They've added a few scenes to flesh out areas of Ed Tom's narration but otherwise whole scenes are translated directly from McCarthy's text.

The Coen Brothers' work has always been open to philosophical observation. No Country For Old Men may be their most open to interpretation work yet. McCarthy's book is open to much speculation about its meaning  but it breaks down to a rather elementary discussion of McCarthy's feelings on the breakdown of society.

The Coen's are more philosophical. Yes, that discussion about where the world is heading is there but there is something more in the visual subtext of No Country For Old Men that is open to a wide amount of explanation. Take an especially close look at Anton Chigurh. Where McCarthy never bothered giving a physical description of Chigurh, the Coen's were quite specific with what they wanted.

Casting Javier Bardem, a Spaniard with a swarthy almost Mediterranean look, they left open too much speculation just who Chigurh might work for. Then there is the hair, a ludicrous late 70's throwback that I feel looks somewhat reminiscent of the top of the grim reapers robe. Wielding a shotgun instead of a sickle, Chigurh kills indiscriminately yet pauses on more than one occasion to offer his query a game of chance a la Bergman's interpretation of the reaper in The Seventh Seal.

No chess game but a more disturbing and fateful coin flip, the Coen's version of the character of Death is an equally terrifying character. As played by Javier Bardem, Chigurh is an unceasingly calm and terrifying figure. The performance is so brilliantly haunting that Chigurh comes home with you after the film in ways only classic horror film villains have in the past.

No Country For Old Men is, arguably, the best film of 2007. One of the finest works in the long, illustrious career of the Coen Brothers and easily their most unique. It's strange to see the Coen's interpret someone else's work. What's more extraordinary is how well they adapt someone else's work. The Coen's transfer Cormac McCarthy directly to the screen in ways that few writers could ever imagine.

Slavishly faithful to McCarthy's words, the Coen's must have writers like Stephen King falling all over themselves to get interpreted. It's a rare and exceptional thing for filmmakers to show a writer so much respect. That is just one of many extraordinary things about No Country For Old Men.