![]() ![]() Old friends, enemies, people you’ve never met. Trucks in the desert, motel after motel, Texas, Mexico. No Country for Old Men is a tour of violent set pieces, coming one after the other, barely punctuated by briefs lulls that seem more shocking than what precedes and follows them. He takes the money, and, just like that, he’s catapulted into the world that lurks just beneath the surface of every small town, roadway, and crowded jail in McCarthy’s (our?) Texas. ![]() Moss is a hard man, a Vietnam veteran, but he’s tried to stay within the boundaries of the law since. Llewellyn Moss is hunting deer when he stumbles across a drug deal gone horribly wrong: three shot up vehicles. And it is always one’s stance upon uncertain ground that invites the attentions of one’s enemies. They pretend to themselves that they are in control of events where perhaps they are not. The prospect of outsized profit leads people to exaggerate their own capabilities. Not everyone is suited to this line of work. ![]()
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