Movie Review: No Country for Old Men
No Country for Old Men is so profoundly good, so rich in depth and meticulous in craft that if someone were to ask me what I thought of it, I would only be able to stammer, "Just...go see it. Quickly!" Adapted from the Cormac McCarthy novel of the same name (its title lifted from Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium), No Country for Old Men tells the deceptively simple story of a man who finds a bag of money in the brush and the hell that his discovery unleashes upon him. It is also, undeniably, a meditation on all the loss that comes with age.
Josh Brolin is Llewelyn Moss, the man who finds the illicit cash after stumbling upon a drug deal gone bad. Moss knows that taking it is a bad idea--he even says so aloud--but he just can't resist the temptation of all that money. Even when he realizes that he's being hunted by the terrifying Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem) and that his wife is in imminent danger, Moss persists in his quest to keep it. Brolin's subtle performance is remarkable in the way he is able to create a character that is equal parts daring, foolish, greedy and sympathetic.