{"id":2581,"date":"2007-11-23T21:49:34","date_gmt":"2007-11-24T01:49:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mainecourse.com\/mt\/?p=2581"},"modified":"2007-11-23T21:53:45","modified_gmt":"2007-11-24T01:53:45","slug":"no-country-for-old-men","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mainecourse.com\/mt\/2007\/11\/23\/no-country-for-old-men\/","title":{"rendered":"No Country For Old Men"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: arial; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px\">Asking for more in my final act.<\/span><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"color: #464646; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"articleHeader\" style=\"text-align: left\"><span id=\"byline\">By Ed Siegel<\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"articleHeader\">November 23, 2007<\/p>\n<p>I RECENTLY celebrated turning 60 by having a boys&#8217; day out at the movies. (No doubt early-bird specials will be next.) Since one of my friends is eligible for a senior citizen discount and another is slightly older than I am, the cinematic choice seemed appropriate &#8211; &#8220;No Country for Old Men.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The reviews had just come out and they were almost unanimous in praise of the Coen brothers&#8217; adaptation of the novel by Cormac McCarthy, he who has been lionized by everyone from Oprah Winfrey to Harold Bloom. I have to admit that I had never been crazy about McCarthy &#8211; &#8220;All the Pretty Horses&#8221; being too purple and &#8220;Blood Meridian&#8221; too portentous for my taste. What was I missing? Maybe &#8220;No Country for Old Men&#8221; would make a convert out of me the way that &#8220;Atonement&#8221; and the film &#8220;Enduring Love&#8221; made a McEwanite out of me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">I&#8217;m afraid I&#8217;m still missing the McCarthy boat as the story about a contemporary cowboy chased by a psychopathic killer turned out to be no movie for at least this old man. Obviously a book shouldn&#8217;t be condemned because of the adaptation, but the film seemed faithful and featured great acting by Javier Bardem, Tommy Lee Jones, and others, as well as the always-arresting (if never first-tier) direction by Joel and Ethan Coen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">&#8220;No Country for Old Men&#8221; belongs to a genre that cuts across almost every artistic idiom, one that could be bundled under &#8220;The world is going to hell in a handbasket.&#8221; Many of Don DeLillo&#8217;s novels fit the category, as do Stephen King&#8217;s. The best of DeLillo&#8217;s are sublime, the worst of King&#8217;s ridiculous.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Which brings me back to turning 60. It&#8217;s now evident that I&#8217;m not going to read every great book or see every great movie before I die. Unless those wonder drugs get even more wonderful, middle age is gone, baby, gone. You know the joke &#8211; how many people do you know who are 120?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">It&#8217;s not that everything has to be great &#8211; an episode of &#8220;The Office&#8221; is rarely memorable the next day, but it&#8217;s a fine way to spend a half-hour. But whatever piece of art or entertainment I look to has to get me past the &#8220;Am I wasting my increasingly precious time?&#8221; factor, and &#8220;No Country for Old Men&#8221; didn&#8217;t do that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">It reminds me more of King than DeLillo in that the degree of difficulty is about a two on a 10-point scale. The metaphor of the psychopathic killer as emblematic of the world&#8217;s increasing amorality is undeveloped and shallow. The draining of humanity from both killer and victims is numbing. Give the ending a different twist, and not much separates &#8220;No Country for Old Men&#8221; from &#8220;Die Hard.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Here, too, we have heroes and villains performing almost superhuman acts with blood spurting out of what I used to think were vital parts of one&#8217;s body. Me, I&#8217;m likely to take to bed with a paper cut. That probably hasn&#8217;t changed much in my life, but the disconnect with blood-drenched films gets greater with age.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Paper cuts aside, it&#8217;s not enough for an artist to impose a barren vista on America or the world. David Rabe&#8217;s play &#8220;Streamers&#8221; is currently being revived by the Huntington Theatre Company. When it first came out in 1975, it was seen as a searing statement on men at war in contemporary times. Indeed, it seems like a combination of Edward Albee&#8217;s seminal play &#8220;The Zoo Story&#8221; and the first half of Stanley Kubrick&#8217;s great film &#8220;Full Metal Jacket.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">So why is &#8220;Streamers&#8221; so dull today, where those other works are still fresh? If you randomly take any passage from &#8220;The Zoo Story&#8221; &#8211; currently being revived in New York with a new first act &#8211; and one from &#8220;Streamers,&#8221; the former crackles while the latter seems flat or forced. Albee earns his &#8220;We&#8217;re all animals under the skin&#8221; points; Rabe doesn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Similarly, &#8220;No Country for Old Men&#8221; is, on the surface, Samuel Beckett crossed with John Ford, with a dash of Hemingway or Faulkner thrown in, and that should be a good thing. But McCarthy&#8217;s cornpone philosophizing &#8211; &#8220;Any time you quit hearin&#8217; Sir and Mam, the end is pretty much in sight&#8221; &#8211; is weightless compared with those other artists.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">And the older I get, the more I want weight (except around the waist). The &#8220;Hell in a handbasket&#8221; dish seems like undercooked stew if it isn&#8217;t mixed by a master chef.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><em><strong>Ed Siegel,\u00c2\u00a0<\/strong>former theater critic for the the Globe, is a freelance writer.<\/em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cache.boston.com\/bonzai-fba\/File-Based_Image_Resource\/dingbat_story_end_icon.gif\" style=\"border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-left: 4px; border-width: 0px\" border=\"0\" height=\"8\" width=\"6\" class=\"storyend\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Asking for more in my final act. By Ed Siegel November 23, 2007 I RECENTLY celebrated turning 60 by having a boys&#8217; day out at the movies. (No doubt early-bird specials will be next.) 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