We rented two movies this weekend and watched them both…one on Friday night and one last night. “Into the Wild” bored me a little bit on Friday, though who of us doesn’t sometimes dream of leaving everything and everyone and heading out to Alaska to be on our own for a year or two. Ooops. There I go dreaming of someplace silent and wild again. But “No Country for Old Men” was absolutely my kind of movie. I LOVED IT, and the only reason I’m glad I didn’t see it when it first came out is because I could see it for the first time last night and enjoy it as much as I did.
Those Coen brothers really do something for me…”Fargo” is still one of my all-time favorite movies…and it just happened… I cringed and laughed (at the same time) just thinking about it. “Old Men” is less hilarious than “Fargo,” but those guys have to be doing something right to get me to watch all those people brutally killed without my leaving the movie. That bad guy was just awesome. And, more than anything, I love a good bad guy. Part of Fargo’s appeal, of course, was that northern-plains accent and vernacular; and Old Men is full of a language and inflections I know in my bones.
We seldom rent movies, but we’ve been falling asleep so early these days that going out is getting embarrassing. I do much better catching a matinee and then grabbing a bite to eat. And since Deb’s decaffinating herself to reduce headaches…no more iced tea or diet cokes or dark chocolate for her…she falls asleep for about 30 minutes once she hits the couch. This lack of light has us working harder to squeeze in all our work during the day, so once we get inside and warm we drift right off like old people.
