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No Country For Old Men
Hi All,
Well, I just finished watching “No Country for Old Men” and all I can say is…well, I guess I ain’t got nothin’ to say. Just as my vernacular is switchin’ into something prairie-like, so is my mind. As I watched this movie, the little part of me that’s Texan--the part that’s been growing since I moved here from Buffalo almost thirty years ago--was sort of proud that something of such almost mythical proportions, with such inexplicability and violence, could so readily be set here. Despite the fact that one of the Cohens’ greatest movies, “Fargo”, is just as violent and takes place in another state, I couldn’t help but feel that this movie couldn’t have taken place anywhere else but in Texas. What most impressed me about the movie was that, despite its 1980’s-period cars, it was sort of difficult to determine when the movie took place. The comments about green-haired kids with bones through their noses, made this movie sort of timeless, in the same way that Cormac McCarthy novels are timeless, and reminded me that many of the same issues and events have been taking place here in Texas for the entire history of the United States.
Please, I’m not writing this as some sort of Texas-brag--as if I’m a ten-generations Texan--but I can’t help feeling a twisted sort of pride. When I was young, growing up in the North, Texas was a mythical place; a sort of Valhalla of horses, six-guns, and the ranching lifestyle, where every kid who'd ever played Cowboys-and-Indians wanted to live (or brag to have lived). Actually moving here, of course, was inevitably something of a disappointment (despite the fact that my neighbor occasionally rode a horse to school). But seeing movies/fictional accounts like this reminds me of the “romance” of the West. I have to wonder, could this movie, set in basically contemporary times, have taken place anywhere else in the United States?
And can you believe Llewellyn is the same kid from "The Goonies"!?
Mancha
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