Is this a Coen Bros movie? Certainly doesn’t feel like it. Certainly doesn’t look like it. Certainly isn’t good enough to be considered one either neither. You call this a follow-up to the fan/Jew-tastic A Serious Man (wait, how did we not pick that to be the #1 flick of the ’09???)???? Are you serious? About as un-serious as Yahoo Serious!!
Joel & Ethan’s take on Charles Portis’ novel True Grit (since this isn’t a remake or re-imagining of the Duke starring-Oscar winning ’69 film… which we haven’t seen… yet) is everything short of spectacular. It’s a decent enuff movie and all, but a decent enuff movie any Tom Shadyac, Dick Marquand or Harry Ramis could have helmed. It’s as basic as Bounty Basic. It’s as challenging as playing a game of Uno by yourself. It’s as clever as Cleveland’s Stadium Mustard. It’s about as cool as checking into FourSquare, when no one really cares which pad thai place you hit up the most. Can we recall the mayor???
9reals, is this really a Coen Bros movie? There was about one total chuckle produced and about zero characters who could live in a Barton Fink world (the guy wearing a bear skin doesn’t count, or matter for that matter). Like we said, the movie is fine as it is, but by the time it gets going in the third act, you might be working on your 33rd yawn.
Maybe the story itself doesn’t lend itself to any kinda awesomeness, itself: a no nonsense girl’s pa is shot dead, so the sense of non girl (an umemorable Hailee Steinfeld) hires two guns for hire, an eye-patched ruffian deputy (Jeff Bridges, being very un-Dude like, and it works!) and a two-eyed Texas Ranger (Matt Damon with a solid Redford mustache!) to round-up the murdererer (Josh Brolin, with big teef). Can you guess at how this one turns out? In between the forgone and forlorn conclusion, there’s some horse riding, eating by campfire, more horse riding, a few guns a fired, and Barry Pepper playing a character with the last name ‘Pepper’. How exciting are ya? What if we told you that the Coen Bros directed it? What if we didn’t and you thought some else did? Remember how killer their neo-Western No Country For Old Men was? This was like No Thing To Write Home About For Any Young or Old Man
Dis Claim Her: OK, we hate westerns, but that doesn’t mean we can’t like them. our mos flavorite western of all time is Mel Brooks’ Blazing Saddles. that counts, right?
True is false at a theater near jews on December 22nd
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…