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Twenty-eight years ago? Yeesh. I vaguely recall getting up real early to watch this game, and the gold medal game. One of them, anyway. Tears in my eyes, too, at each one. Even as a salty young buck, that kind of thing was completely thrilling.
I highly recommend that dumb Kurt Russell movie, too. “…the rest of your fucking lives.” That’s a quote that’ll stick with you for a long time.
Yes, another No Country For Old Men post, borrowing heavily, nay, completely from Mike Whybark:
All three films share with No Country (as well as the majority of all the other films by the team) a deeply misanthropic view of the world, which endears them mightily to me. However, all three present a traditional resolution to their events even as the films clearly present a disturbing and amoral outcome of the plots they convey. In No Country, the assassin’s unexpected wreck fills the role of the moral resolution, even as it remains ambiguous. Tommy Lee Jones’ retiring sheriff sits at his table and recounts a dream of his father leading the way to the underworld over a mountain pass, and the string of killings remains unresolved by the lawman, who has come to feel that he cannot bring justice to a world he believes he cannot understand.
Of course, the sheriff’s loss of faith is tragic precisely because we are shown that he does grasp the task he faces, even as he fails to protect his charges. He just doesn’t realize that he sees the pieces to the puzzle even as he tells others about them. In particular, when he muses out loud, distractedly, about the cattle hammer, we can see that his mind has assembled the parts of a puzzle we know he’s been thinking about, yet he never proceeds to an ‘aha!’ moment.
That pins down, with words, a lot of what I feel about both the book and the movie, and are too dumb to type.
So, anyway, I hope it makes more Oscars than that There’s Gonna Be Some Blood movie, just so I can do a fanboy dance for old Cormac, even if none of you internet bastards get what I’m going on about.
