j'ai voulu aimer ca, mais not for me ca a l'air...

Very cool - Not quite sure what I think about the ending though...

Javier is the biggest "creep on screen" since Nicholson in THE SHINNING

Boring boring boring

Understated but thoroughly engaging. The love of money drives an ordinary guy to risk everything to keep it and a sociopath to stop at nothing for getting it. The ending will leave you scratching your head and asking questions for days. Maybe superio... (read more) Understated but thoroughly engaging. The love of money drives an ordinary guy to risk everything to keep it and a sociopath to stop at nothing for getting it. The ending will leave you scratching your head and asking questions for days. Maybe superior to FARGO.

I would have liked this a lot more if it wasn't for (Minor)SPOILERS AHEAD: the ending. Which was trash. I don't know why that is... but I guess they were just trying to get across the realistic sence of "no clean get-aways"... but still, you know... ... (read more) I would have liked this a lot more if it wasn't for (Minor)SPOILERS AHEAD: the ending. Which was trash. I don't know why that is... but I guess they were just trying to get across the realistic sence of "no clean get-aways"... but still, you know... it's a movie. Please give us a good feeling (or at least satisfactory one) at the end, so we don't feel all angry and sick inside afterwords... but that is just my feelings about films. Still, a good film except for that part....

Top 5 All Time for me. Close to perfection... and its still not as good as the book. About the best adaption you could ever hope for, though. Story-telling at its finest... the tension oozes out of every scene...impossible to look away.

While No Country For Old Men is compelling from beginning to end, the film lacks soul.

If I want wry lawmen and smart, calculating fugitives, I'll get them from Elmore Leonard; and, if I want Leonard, I'll take him neat, rather than slow-filtered, drop by drop, through a layer of Faulkner, then laced with the Book of Jeremiah.

Here's the gist: It's a near masterpiece.

The Coens squeeze us without mercy in a vise of tension and suspense, but only to force us to look into an abyss of our own making.

Feels less like a breathing, thinking movie than an exercise. That may be partly because it's an adaptation of a book by a contemporary author who's usually spoken of in hushed, respectful, hat-in-hand tones.