James Bond meets Texas Rednecks. There's this maniacal killer with a funny hair style and grim expression walking around with a gun and a tank of compressed air and either no one sees him or doesn't think to report his presence to the police. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly the local police in the Austin area where I live can come up with a suspect or make an arrest soon after a murder when there was no indication at first of who might have committed it. Yet in this movie the police are dumb or overcome with ennui or malaise that they can't capture or even track down someone who is so obviously on the loose and deadly. Especially after he killed the deputy early in the movie you'd think every cop in Texas would be on the lookout for him. So you just keep watching, wondering how dumber the people can be. And the kids: "Hey, mister. Do you know you have a bone sticking out of your arm?" I realize this story took place years ago before cell phones, but you'd think the kids would have thought to get someone to call for an ambulance.
Review of No Country for Old Men
