No Country For Old Men

I never thought I movie could engulf me to the extent this did about a subject that doesn't quite make any sense to begin with. At no point is there a summary of what happened up to the beginning, common for the Coen brothers, but so much is left unsaid leading up to the point of origin. There is a mass murder over drugs in the middle of a desert, supposively committed by Javier Bardem's chilling adaptation of Anton Chiguhr, and the purse winds up in the unlikely hands of a lonesome veteran, Josh Brolin as Llewelyn Moss, who was out deer hunting. He crosses paths with an injured dog that leads him to the scene and more carnage than usualy for the Coen brothers so early in a film. It isn't until he returns to the location that night for further inspection that he actually gets involved with the person suposively behind the act.
From there it is a suspense driven chew you up and spit you out gem to the Coen brother's crown that keeps growing. Javier Bardem is one of most chilling and gruesome killers to show up on screen since Hannibal Lector, and Josh Brolin does amazing as the guy that keeps finding the wrong place to hide. Not to bad from a guy that supposively showed up on set the first day and was asked 'where is your father?' (I guess James Brolin was intended for the part, but there was an error in communication and Josh signed the contract). Quite a film on a number of levels, and nobody can kill quite like the Coen brothers.
I'm sure that a glance at the novel by Corman McCarthy which the film is based on will lead into a more in depth analysis of the dream sequences that kept the audience talking as they looked for their cars afterwards. It truly is something out of a nightmare which could only be imagined from a Vietnam veteran.