Sunday, November 25, 2007
No Country for Darjeeling
Mario here:
We novelists often get asked if our writing will be made into movies. Who knows? That's so far out of our hands that you might as well ask us to do something about the weather on Jupiter.
As busy as I am, I seldom make the chance to go to the movies so I try and make the visits count. It remains hit or miss.
The Darjeeling Limited appealed to me as a quirky fun movie akin to Little Miss Sunshine.
Two words best describe TDL:
Suck city.
The movie makes no sense. Owen Wilson mugs around in this fiasco with bandages on his face, which reminded me of all his troubles with drugs. Maybe this turkey drove him to abuse. We imagine that the glamor and money of cinema shields one from doing crap work to pay the bills. Yet poor Anjelica Houston appears in this drek like she's waiting to pass a stone.
Then there is No Country for Old Men, a Coen brother's adaption of Cormac McCarthy's novel.
Javier Barden, as the assassin Anton Chigurh, gives us a killer so creepy he'd give Predator the willies. As cruel as Chigurh was, I'd award him Gandhi karma points if he visited The Darjeeling Limited and offed those lead caste members (double points if he uses that nifty cattle thumper).
Spoiler Alert!
While the end of the No Country for Old Men explains the title, the movie had a weak, ambiguous ending. The sheriff, Tommy Lee Jones, simply gave up. He decided to retire and riff poetically while the killer walked. In this case, why didn't the Coen brothers bring the sheriff from Fargo and sic her on Chigurh? She was pregnant but that didn't keep her from nabbing the killer. ¶ posted by Mario Acevedo @ 7:58 PM
We novelists often get asked if our writing will be made into movies. Who knows? That's so far out of our hands that you might as well ask us to do something about the weather on Jupiter.
As busy as I am, I seldom make the chance to go to the movies so I try and make the visits count. It remains hit or miss.
The Darjeeling Limited appealed to me as a quirky fun movie akin to Little Miss Sunshine.
Two words best describe TDL:
Suck city.
The movie makes no sense. Owen Wilson mugs around in this fiasco with bandages on his face, which reminded me of all his troubles with drugs. Maybe this turkey drove him to abuse. We imagine that the glamor and money of cinema shields one from doing crap work to pay the bills. Yet poor Anjelica Houston appears in this drek like she's waiting to pass a stone.
Then there is No Country for Old Men, a Coen brother's adaption of Cormac McCarthy's novel.
Javier Barden, as the assassin Anton Chigurh, gives us a killer so creepy he'd give Predator the willies. As cruel as Chigurh was, I'd award him Gandhi karma points if he visited The Darjeeling Limited and offed those lead caste members (double points if he uses that nifty cattle thumper). Spoiler Alert!
While the end of the No Country for Old Men explains the title, the movie had a weak, ambiguous ending. The sheriff, Tommy Lee Jones, simply gave up. He decided to retire and riff poetically while the killer walked. In this case, why didn't the Coen brothers bring the sheriff from Fargo and sic her on Chigurh? She was pregnant but that didn't keep her from nabbing the killer. ¶ posted by Mario Acevedo @ 7:58 PM
