Saw "No Country For Old Men" last night, pile of bollocks.
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I know people reckon that the end of that movie is "audacious" and "genre busting" but actually its fucking annoying. For ninety minutes your waiting for the conclusion of the plot, only for the Coen Brothers to say "Fuck you buddy" skip the confrontation of the central protagonists and end the movie the deleted scenes from the DVD. Look you fuckers if you wanted to make a movie about Tommy Lee Jones character then make that movie. Don't prick tease us a (otherwise excellent) thriller with no pay off.
Sometimes I am wrong about a movie. The more I think about "No Country For Old Men" the more it annoys me. The central theme seems to be that violence is wrong, and the world is becoming an ever more horrible place. I know this because everytime Mr Jones opens his mouth its to spout this idea. Its a reasonable theme, but quashed utterly by the only compelling character in the movie being a murder loving motherfucker. (Armed with a suppressed shotgun, I don't have a physics degree but i swear that WOULD NOT EVER FUCKING WORK EVER).
This to anyone that think Tommy Lee Jones is a good actor. He isnt. He's Tommy Lee Jones, an old man playing an old man. Thats not acting. He's no different in this movie than he was in "Men in Black" or its sequel "Men in Black 2: Lara Flynn Boyle is an alien Lingerie Model, Ace".
In its credit the movie is extremely well made, there's photography in this movie that will make you weep at its beauty. Technically I cannot fault it.
I still hated it though.
Onto another movie. I'm late to the party but here's an appraisal of Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof". What an utter fucking failure of a movie. I was under the impression this was his homage to the "B" movies, flicks that only exist to cater to the base instincts of sex and violence. "Death Proof" is like an episode of Loose Women on a road trip. The predominantly female characters talk utterly cliche shite for fucking ever, except when they are talking about things Tarantino thinks women talk about in his wet dreams, Ie movies/songs he likes.
Those moments are amongst the most horrible clunking attempts at dialogue I've heard since I started writing scripts. Back in the day I used to write wish fufilment scripts were my cipher would meet some beautiful girl that knew who Dario Argento is. I still have them, and before I write anything I read them to remind myself how not to write.
The perverse thing is that "Death Proof" is the perfect "B" movie. It promises things it never delivers.
Much like "No Country for Old Men", and I hate them for that.
Heres Geoff, looking forward to "Rambo" cos that shit cannot dissapoint, signing off..................
