no country for old men

so rare in these days of extreme profit gouging to find a film that refuses to be a movie. and yet this offering succeeded, giving a vast and event-less landscapes combined with chilling classic western violence. there are no spirits, no gods, no karma, no underlying principles that compel people towards their end(s) beyond their thinking or unthinking choices. and yet it is a moral play.

death exists without pity or appeal, and yet at heart remains capricious. a nagging moral conscious is no more likely to guide you to the right action pride or humility. community eases isolation and invites in evil. age does not give wisdom.

you do need to see this. so often you wish the world to be one way or another, you begin to see people as more good or evil than perhaps they are, more wise or more foolish, and rarely human. you imagine you see the whole life of a person in a chance encounter in a line at the grocery store. but there is clarity in a country stripped of myths, even if it is a place not for old men.