Despite first impressions, this is not the slogan for a Swiss euthanasia clinic. Instead we swap the death valley of the Alps for the death valley of rural Texas, where there are more ways to die than there are toothpicks in a roadside saloon. Visionary directors, Joel and Ethan Cohen, capture just a few of these untimely demises with impeccable timing of their own. To be honest, a small part of me longed for a cameo from former president and resident Texan, George W Bush. He wouldn’t have had to appear in it long. Just long enough to cause a mess on American soil one more time.
The first time Tommy Lee Jones appeared on screen I thought these prayers had been answered. Surely I’m not the only one who sees the resemblance between him and Bush? Tommy is like a poorly drawn caricature of George; one scribbled by a child or, just as likely, a self-portrait by the great ass clown himself. Thank God, there’s more artistry in Tommy’s performance. His role as the aging Sheriff, Ed Bell, is far more assured than anything his doppelganger has put his name to and all without fluffing a single line.
Sheriff Bell is on the hunt for a man, but that’s not to say he’s unlucky in love. In this particular circumstance, the man in question is elusive sociopath, Anton Chigurh (Bardem) and he certainly isn’t the type to bring home to your mother. In fact, you’re better off not answering the door to him at all…not that this is always enough to stop him. In what becomes a Rio Grande Theft Auto, Chigurh draws the attention of the police, by leaving a bloody trail of breadcrumbs behind him. Every town he visits is left with a brand new crime scene, as if it’s no longer enough to simply write your name in the hotel guest book. I guess this would be too conspicuous or perhaps the real motivation behind this maniac’s behaviour is a fear of listed names. No one mention the Yellow Pages.
Chigurh finally seems to have met his match in Llewelyn Moss (Brolin) though – a deer hunting, mustache sporting, all-american export, with a dress sense more rooted in the Lone Star State than drunken gun fights or drinking sweet tea like it’s going out of fashion. It seems the Milky Bar Kid has grown up to be stronger and tougher than he’d ever dreamed he could be. Sadly, he has done nothing to melt Chigurh’s heart, after taking off with a briefcase full of the madman’s money. Now, I’ve done my fair share of inadvisable things in the past – for example I once tried to drain my spaghetti with a tennis racket – but, if I was to wander into the aftermath of a failed drugs raid, I’d at least stop to think about the consequences of taking a million dollars from a truck laden with heroin. Or perhaps I’m just being too cautious; perhaps the next time I’m out having coffee in Starbucks I should just take the money from the tip jar and leave my obviously named cup in its place.
As in every great Western, a shootout is inevitable and in NCFOM Stetson’s are brutally ruffled at every opportunity. Armed with a weaponised air tank, Chigurh begins his vengeful pursuit of Moss, gambling with the lives of a few civilians along the way. At first, he is outwitted by some intuitive thinking from his target, but, alas, Moss must eventually find somewhere to bunk down and rest his weary mustache for the night. From then on it is only a matter of time before Chigurh catches up with him. After all, how hard can it be to find one man in the USA’s second largest state?
With guns, neckerchiefs and men whose accents are thicker than the hair on their chests, NCFOM is certainly a deadly homage to the spaghetti westerns of old. Add in plot elements borrowed from the Big Lebowski and the Cohen brothers have once again created something worthy of its Oscar winning credentials. It just breaks my achy breaky heart that Billy Rae Cyrus was overlooked for a role he was so surely born to play.
Position in IMDb 250: 164
Position in My 250: 120. Also the number of Texans who weren’t offended by this review.