Well, the Oscars are over and No Country for Old Men cleaned up. Most of the pre-Oscars talk seemed to concern what bad men the guys from There Will Be Blood and No Country were, and though Mr Lewis (Day-Lewis?) did pull off a best actor, I think it’s pretty clear who the baddest cat was. Never have I been less likely to make fun of a man whom you’d call Sugar.
*No Country For Old Men spoiler-riffic comment*
I went over it and over it in my head trying to figure out how the good guys in No Country could have got away clean, but once our mustachioed friend went back with the water, I don’t think there was much they could have done. And I must admit, after seeing the movie, I’d be much less likely to pick up a case of money I found in a dead man’s hand 30 yards or so from a drug deal apparently gone catastrophically wrong. Which I’m pretty sure is what the brother’s Coen wanted me to take away from their flick…