|
|
 Email this Page |  Write to us
 Review: No Country For Old Men
The film opens with Llewelyn, a Texan content hunting antelope, who stumbles upon unmarked millions in a black briefcase surrounded by the remnants of a bloodbath. Of course he picks the money up, but there being no such thing as a free fortune, the mysterious Chigurh, proclaiming himself rightful owner, begins to hunt him down.
The Sheriff's deputy -- eager to circulate a milk-drinking habit description in the seemingly futile Chigurh-hunt -- asks Bell, "You think this boy Moss has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that're huntin' him?" Bell is dryer than a hard martini. "I don't know, he ought to. He's seen the same things I've seen, and it's certainly made an impression on me."
Llewelyn is prepared for carnage. He leaves his pretty wife Carla Jean (Kelly Macdonald) and goes on the run, clearly inventive as he creates and immediately runs through a mental how-to-shake-off-a-pursuer checklist. No Country, surfacially, hinges on the cat-and-rat (and dog) dynamics of these three strong characters.
|
|
|
Advertisement
