No Country for this Rental.

I joined the movie rental craze known as Netflix, who’s appeal lies in its simplicity. A movie comes in the mail, you watch, and return in a free postage paid envelope. Processed in a couple of days, new movies arrive in your mailbox in no time flat. To better service their customer base and insight more connectivity to their web site (see creating passionate users), Netflix lets users write reviews of movies. Yet, their edit/review process of the reviews the users write can take up to 2 business days. In a test of their policies, here is a review of No Country for Old Men, before it has been reviewed. In two business days, we shall see the edited result.

No Country for Old Men is a movie I should have liked. The movie won 4 Oscars, by all rights an acclaimed piece of cinema history. However, I was board to tears. Le Ballon Rouge, in French sub titled splendor, was more interesting than this flick.

Senseless violence with none of the trill of an action film. The scenes were realistic and could be have happened down the road from your house. Yet, stark reality comes with large shots of mundane banality. By the top of the hour, you want to be one of the senseless victims in the patch way of the sporadic killer.

I wouldn’t recommend this movie to my worst enemy, unless caught in the middle of a liberal cocktail party. Where I will have to regal my company with my immense pleasure of Tommy Lee Jones, shown ten times the size God, with the personality of a sedated Hank Hill.

See this movie or suffer the wrath of the artsy indy crowd. Drink some coffee and look for the symbolism. You might want to get a chair set up, like the chair Alex of clockwork orange was strapped into, and don’t forget the hot nurse to moisten your eyes with drops.