Over the weekend, watched a screening copy of No Country For Old Men that someone had given us. Gut reaction - WHAT?! HATE. I remember having a similar feeling about Barton Fink the first time I saw it, though to my mind that had a lot more redeeming features. Especially John Mahoney, Faulkner-and-Fitzgeralding it up. (Sidebar: I met him once; sadly, it was before I'd seen him in that role. I always wished I'd been able to tell him how much I liked it.)
I don't know how to explain it - I felt cheated. Should've read the book first, I suppose...but by the end, I just wondered what the hell was that and why am I supposed to care about any of this, exactly? B. was giving me that I-went-to-film-school-and-you-didn't smirk as I ranted. Meh. I just did not like it, but my dreams the last few nights have been set in it, or someplace similar.
I don't know how to explain it - I felt cheated. Should've read the book first, I suppose...but by the end, I just wondered what the hell was that and why am I supposed to care about any of this, exactly? B. was giving me that I-went-to-film-school-and-you-didn't smirk as I ranted. Meh. I just did not like it, but my dreams the last few nights have been set in it, or someplace similar.
Haven't seen "No country" yet. Will probably watch it sometime though. All the Coen brothers' films I've seen I did enjoy except for "O Brother" which I thought was neither funny nor particularly clever. It got rave reviews everywhere though. Oh well...