I have a confession to make.
The first time I saw No Country For Old Men in November, I wasn’t all that into it.
In fact, you could probably argue that I didn’t like it at all.
Don’t get me wrong. I thought it was a good movie , really well-made and entertaining, with some excellent performances (aka Javier Bardem). I just didn’t fall madly in love with it or like what typically happens when I discover my favorite movie from any year, I didn’t become obsessed with it.
But yesterday, I went with my friend (technically she’s my Facebook wife) to see No Country again (I’ve been saying since November that I need to see it again).
And this time around, it was one thousand times better and more enjoyable. No Country For Old Men is probably just one of those films that needs to be seen two or three times before it makes any sense (and so that you don’t zone out during Tommy Lee Jones’ last monologue).
No Country For Old Men is still not my favorite Best Picture nominee (Michael Clayton, Juno, Atonement, and There Will Be Blood all rank higher on my list). But at least now when it wins the Best Picture Oscar next Sunday, I won’t need to throw anything at the television.