Critics and media fatcats alike can try and paint a picture of the disloyal, unhygenic and weak people of France who laid down to rolling threat of the Nazis in World War II and recently refused to help in our war against Iraq. But Javier Bardem's portrayal of Anton Chigurh in Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men stirs memories of a France that ruled Western Europe with an iron fist for most of the last millenium. A France that conquered Britain, murdered their own people when they betrayed the Catholic Church and hunkered down in the trenchs to battle Hitler's grandparents in the First World War (or as they called it then "The War to end all Wars"). His unrelenting, sadistic characterization of a fatalistic hitman will have Academy members squirming in their chairs as they check the ballot next to his name for Best Supporting Actor. The following took place over two, separate evenings over a cell phone:
O: Dude have you seen NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
L: no not yet have you
O: Im going tonight Im so friggin pumped
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O: Dude I don't even know what to tell you
L: Is it good?
O: Man i need more time to digest
L: Is it terrible?
O: No its pretty awesome just really dark and vague
O: But javier bardem will win best sup actor
L: So is it even good?
O: Yeah its just fucked up you have to see it its a great theater movie
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L: Dude just saw [No Coutry For Old Men] dude it was good but I just don't know what to think of it as a whole dude javier bardem was so heartless the direction was awesome and no music
L: Thing made it so unsettling [sic]
O: Yeah dude hes a ghost
L: Yeah man the scene that chilled me to the bone was the scene with the store owner in the beginning and the scene with the wife in the end
L: Yeah dude what an odd film and your right its so vague its like your just dropped into this wholesituation and then just pulled out at the end
O: Exactly with no elination [sic]
L: Explination
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