I didn't like it (again)

Rating: 4/10 (28 January 2008)

"was this a Q. Tarantino movie?" I asked my girlfriend roughly halfway into the movie. I had seen enough blood and technical details about a rather new and clean way to kill people (also good to open doors actually), that I couldn't anymore place this as a Coen brother movie. in fact the Cohen brothers' last movies had been so bad that I was expecting something just plain bad, but this movie was a bad movie with a lot of blood, so i thought maybe it's Tarantino.
no it is the Coen brothers, scratching the bottom of an exhausted creative barrel. Fargo gone Texas, but with a pinch of Tarantino. a crazy killer, an old sheriff, the usual gallery of immortal heroes or antiheroes.
there is in American movies , this idea about people , or at least some of them, that basically you can shoot them, you can beat them, you can crash them, and they still stand. last man standing, bleeding, with bones sticking from their bodies, it doesn't matter: they still stand up, say something tough and off they go.
they don't cry , they don't shout, no! they are real men! they stand up and go. like on Lost, the TV series, concussion after concussion, punch after punch, bullet after bullet.
i wonder, don't they ever get tired of this life? and movie people, don't they ever get tired?
clearly there is never enough violence, shootings and killing and bleeding; because this movie has plenty. Yes, it's beautifully shot, yes the landscapes borrowed from mother nature are beautiful, and grand, but these are the Coen brothers, they are pretty good at what they do, technically. what is missing is that sense of uniqueness , of unseen, of unprecedented, of originality that we tasted so many times in the earlier movies that made us love the brothers.
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