Monday, November 12, 2007
No Country for Old Men is a violent poem and wayward adult fairytale that held me in its grip from start to finish. My heart never stopped racing, even in the film’s more quiet moments. When it ended—yes, that ending that has confounded some—chills washed over me. I couldn’t move or speak. I wanted to be comforted (or to help comfort) Tommy Lee Jones’s solemn and reflective sheriff. To have him protect me from the big bad wolf who stalked my nightmares.
The wolf—fully embodied by Javier Bardem’s Chigurh—with his twisted honor and menacing benevolence, prowled through my mind. His presence would infect my mood for days to come.
Read the full post at the STPFilmArchive.. This article originally appeared on Awards Daily.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Almost a year after tackling the lovely Kate Winslet at a Little Children screening party (I still think back fondly to the moment she whispered conspiratorially in my ear), history repeated itself Wednesday night as I took part in another round of celebrity-cornering with Nathaniel R over at The Film Experience. (You can read his take on the evening here.)
For my take, which originally appeared on Awards Daily, go here.
Other recent film writing:
Film Faces (Originally posted on Awards Daily.)
Top Ten Movie Wigs