sick to death of this kind of film

Rating: 2/10 (10 February 2008)

in what small town would a deputy or officer turn his back on some mass murderer just because he's got handcuffs on and has been instructed to sit his ass on a bench? In coenbrothersville USA, where people are beneath contempt. I mean the coens didn't invent stupid ass characters that only serve to move along the plot at some tricky juncture. it would have been better not to even bother with the whole opening section of jolly Javier being arrested out in the sticks, Er, desert, with beacoup de shots of the desert before that. oh but then how would the film have reached the running time of 122 minutes one asks. exactly.
when will all these sheep writers and directors move beyond the silence of the lambs thing with the now completely stock character of the darkly charismatic psychopathic killer. the coen bros put a new spin on it: this one has bad hair. he has "principles" which are really aesthetic principles. I am so weary of "stylish" killers. also the whole Friday the 13th sorta thing, I mean it's not that exaggerated here but nonetheless the boogie man seems to be indestructible. less through some supernatural prowess than by his safety in relying on the stupidity of the rest of the little lambs, Er, people, in the film. there might have been at least one other character in the movie with some common sense. Even watching Fargo you get the sense that the spirit of the film doesn't want to admit the existence of a person like the Frances macdormand character. Why did the tommy lee bones guy have to be such a dimwit. I can understand the misanthropic point of view but it makes for an unsatisfying movie. Better to have someone like Frances then kill her off than to just give us this portrait of the world as cat and mouse where it's only possible to respect the cat.
TIRESOME CRAP