Not since Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds (1963) can I remember a film in which dead silence is used more exquisitely and more frequently to produce nearly unbearable tension than it is in Joel and Ethan Coen's multi-Oscar-winning No Country for Old Men. Long stretches of the film unspool with no dialogue, and there is not a moment prior to the end credits where there is any appreciable nondiegetic music (I say "appreciable" because some scenes feature low tones composed by Carter Burwell, but they blend so seamlessly with the diegetic sound design that you are never consciously aware of them). We are thus drawn and fixated and transfixed by minute environmental sounds, some natural (wind blowing, grass bending, gravel crunching underfoot), and some human-created (engines revving, tires squealing, shells loaded into guns and those guns firing, sometimes with roars and sometimes with the piercing whiff of a silencer). Sound and its absence become overwhelming, just like the film itself.

Adapted from the 2005 novel by Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men marked the Coen Brothers' return to the gritty, stripped-down roots from which their first film, the Texas-set neo-noir Blood Simple (1984), was born. In No Country, the physical landscape becomes a particularly acute manifestation of the film's dry existentialism and its arguably bleak view of the human condition. The Coens are certainly attuned to the darker recesses of humanity, and the film would be unrelievedly grim were it not for their mordant sense of humor and appreciation of everyday people's behavioral quirks, which some have misinterpreted as condescension rather than admiration.

At its core, No Country is an extended chase film that begins when an ordinary man named Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin)—who doesn't seem to be particularly good nor bad—is out hunting in the remote West Texas hills and stumbles upon the grisly scene of a heroin deal gone bad. He finds several dead bodies, several shot-up trucks, one dead dog, and a suitcase full of more than $2 million. Unable to resist the temptation, he takes the money and heads home to the trailer park where he lives with his wife (Kelly Macdonald). The irony here is that, at this point, he probably could have gotten away with it, but then he makes the fateful decision to return to the scene of the crime for completely altruistic reasons, which seals his fate and sets the rest of the plot in motion.

Soon, he is being doggedly pursued by Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem), a sociopathic hitman with a strangely absurd pageboy haircut who is out to reclaim the money for himself. Llewelyn clearly feels that he can outsmart Chigurh and anyone else who comes after him (including a more refined bounty hunter played by Woody Harrelson), and the film's greatest moments of tension lie in our anticipation of impending disaster: It is steeped in unspoken but utterly palpable premonitions of doom. The film actually begins with Chigurh's arrest and escape from the police, so we are well-aware of not only his seemingly endless capacity for remorseless killing, but also his favorite modus operandi, which is a cattle gun that blasts a retractable bolt with enough power to crack a man's skull or blow out a deadbolt lock. As played with relentless intensity by Bardem (who won an Oscar for his efforts), Chigurh is a figure of nightmares, which is only one of the many ways in which No Country for Old Men plays like the much darker cousin of the Coens' sophomore film, the cartoonish comedy Raising Arizona (1987), which featured a bounty hunter who was literally spawned by the hero's fevered dreams. Similarly, Llewelyn brings Chigurh down on himself by his decision to take the suitcase of money, consequences be damned (ahh, the choices we make ...).

There are other similarities between No Country and Raising Arizona, especially the Coens' amusing penchant for talkative secondary characters who in any other film would be just cashiers or pedestrians, but in their hands become both indelible characters who act as both sources of comedy and potential victims. One of the film's most bravura set-pieces involves a routine conversation that slowly develops into a tense game of fate between Chigurh and a gas station owner who is like a cross between the "Not unless round's funny" cashier in Raising Arizona and the "I can have it in about two weeks" cashier in O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000). While the scene seems to be a random discursion from the main plotline (a favored Coen tactic), it is actually a particularly acute manifestation of the film's underlying theme about the increasingly fragmented and meaningless nature of violence in contemporary society. The film's temporal setting in 1980 suggests that it was somewhere after Vietnam and the failure of the '60s revolutions that things really went south.

No Country's underlying theme is given explicit voice in the character of Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones), who is simultaneously on top of the action and always one step behind. He understands immediately what has happened after the botched drug deal in the desert, but is ultimately powerless to do anything except follow the trails and piece together the story as it unfolds; I was reminded of the scene in David Fincher's truly bleak serial killer procedural Seven (1995) in which the despairing police detective played by Morgan Freeman describes his job as "picking up the pieces". It is Ed Tom's narration that opens the film, and although he exists primarily as a secondary character, a third-act turn of events pushes him onto center stage, and we realize that it is his viewpoint that gives the film's otherwise meaningless bloodshed some kind of coherence, which is to say it explicitly frames it as utterly incoherent and beyond comprehension. As a representative of an older, dying way of life, Ed Tom, who is on the brink of retirement, is essentially incapable of dealing with the madness of the world in which he finds himself. The final moments of No Country for Old Men deliver a series of unexpected and seemingly random developments, and its deliberately ambiguous ending all but demands studied retrospection, if not repeated viewings.

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