I can't remember if der Brucer mentioned it, but we went to see No Country for Old Men yesterday, before having dinner at the Shainghai Buffet and settling in for the Oscarcast.
At first, it struck me as another Fargo, only a lot drier.
And a lot bloodier.
And without that cheery chipper.
But a couple of things bothered me.
First, I had to explain plot points to der Brucer after we left the theater. There were things that I caught that he didn't, and that's not typical. The few times it does happen, it bothers me.
And much later, this morning in fact, what had really bothered me about the film came clear:
At last, Sean Hannerty has an Oscar-winning film that he can love.
Not only does the film portray every single Hispanic in a negative or stereotypical light (even the mariachi players are out to get money from the gringo collapsed on the stairs), but the indifference of the guy at the border crossing plays right into Hannerty's political agenda.
I only wish I were trying to be funny here. But I'm not.
