Fargo's Bookend

Rating: 1/10 (10 April 2014)

I wrote a review for Fargo yesterday. I called it pornographically ugly. The Coens' No Country for Old Men steps beyond the pornographic in vicious repugnance and plunks down with a bloody thud in downtown evil.
Why would anyone feel a need to tell a story like this, and in such a way as to leave viewers filled with such contrived despair? I use the word contrived because I'm assuming the average Joe or Jane sitting down to watch an action/chase movie by the Coens is not expecting to leave the theater or living room filled with despair and feeling degraded.
Somebody--or in this case, some bodies--had to contrive/spawn/shat a situation where the sum of the optimistic parts of the audience has been diminished after exposure to 122 minutes of this villainous garbage.
If Hell had a movie studio, it would produce and distribute movies like No Country for Old Men.