And Just When You Think It's Safe to Go to Sleep...

Dear Brain,

Please tell me, in a three-page, double-spaced, Times New Roman size 12 font, formal essay, just exactly why you decided to give me a dream in which I am the only person in a town that looks strangely like one of the many towns somewhere along the Rio Grande, who is able to save Llewelyn Moss from Anton Chigurh while the neighbors slept peacefully and I managed to get pretty bloodied up and Llewelyn had to be sent to the hospital in three boxes to sew him back together, and then President Obama came by to open up a bottle of Ozark water and clean my face with it.

Thanks. That will be due Monday at 8 sharp.

Sincerely,
Sunshine Jones

Movie Review--No Country For Old Men

I rented No Country for Old Men on Wednesday, I believe it was, because I was completely unable to get my paws on a copy of Scarface. I was not disappointed. This movie is not for those unaccustomed to blood or opposed to graphic violence, blood guts and gore, etc. My gosh, Javier Bardem! WHOA! What a great actor! I know makeup made him up to look creepy, but my gosh. Unlike most "horror" movies that become tacky in a handful of years, I think No Country is going to be fresh for a while.

It takes place in border cities of Texas. At one point, El Paso is mentioned, though it seems that the story takes place in some other, smaller Texas towns. The year is 1980.

I don't want to give much away, because I seriously do recommend this movie, but I will say that Javier Bardem's character (Anton Chigurh) is defined by Bardem himself as an incarnation of violence (I paraphrased this, but you get the point).

Josh Brolin also does a remarkable job as Llewellyn Moss, a retired Vietnam vet, turned hunter who gets messed up in a murderous crime spree in the Texas desert.

That's all I'll say. Go rent this movie--tell me what you think.