I think I'll have to go for 'No Country' tonight, and Jesse James tomorrow evening. It's just I was so pissed off last night that I didn't get to sleep until very late, well early, so I hope I don't flake out before I can get to the pics.
But what could be better, a Coen Brothers film which is apparently top class, based on a Cormac McCarthy novel, titled after one of my favourite poems. The review in the Guardian gives it five stars which is pretty rare for Peter Bradshaw. I've been waiting ages to see this.
Bradshaw says it's their best since 'The Man Who Wasn't There' which is hugely underrated I think. A couple of nights ago I was thinking about the almost-final scene of that film. Billy-Bob Thornton has been condemned to death, and he finds himself standing in the deserted prison yard, and a flying saucer swoops down over him and he just stands looking up at it, and there is that sense of wonder, and the infinity of the future. Then he wakes up and it is the morning of his death. Almost unbearably poignant.