Monday, February 25, 2008
In Texas You're On Your Own
Love the Coen brothers, particularly Blood Simple. Nothing like the dead flat evil of west Texas, the stupidity of it, the scary open spaces. They still make movies that make the audience think (even if someone was snoring loudly in No Country For Old Men much to the giggles of the audience -- even an amoral psychopath with a Dorothy Hamill haircut and a cattle killer prod dealy couldn't keep everyone awake), make the audience scared without buckets of blood or stupid plots twists about hillbillies out to get the hapless city folk (the only good one in this genre is Deliverance) or beautiful women in bikinis who get tortured in mildly pornographic ways.
I don't understand how the Coens understand Texas so well given that they grew up in the suburbs of Minnesota. But my friend Hank contended that we are not the sum of our environment, but rather what we love. We become experts on our passions, whatever they may be. It's a dark time in the world and I'm glad the movies are starting to reflect it. A lot of people I know bitched about the ending of No Country, said that it was too amorphous, that it didn't make a hill of sense. But evil never does. That the Coens know. That and in Texas, you're on your own.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Do not repeat the means of victory. But respond to form from the inexhaustible." Sun Tzu
Drinking scotch suggestion: Dalwhinnie
Benedictions and Maledictions