So, you haven’t seen No Country for Old Men? What’s your excuse? The Coen bros. have given us movies like The Big Lebowski, Fargo, Barton Fink and O Brother, Where Art Thou?, so what’s not to like about these guys?

Also, there’s bad-ass extraordinaire Javier Bardem, a Spaniard who I have seen in many movies, but that started getting attention with the Oscar-nominated drama The Sea Inside, about the true stroy of a quadraplegic dude in Spain seeking to kill himself with dignity.

The movie has Josh Brolin (whom we might remember as the asshole doctor in Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror) and Tommy Lee Jones in an excellent performance as the personification of jadedness.

And, OK, let me get to the point. The movie is intense. It has headshots and neckshots and throatshots , a mexican dude bouncing on walls because of a gunshot, big guns, lots of bullets, a car exploding and a whole lot of blood spilling, bursting, spraying and flowing here there and everywhere.

But everything ends up being oh so poetic in the end. So you can watch this movie and still say that “it is a gripping, epic film about the end of the age of heroes in a dying America. You might say is the true film about the end of the Old West, even if it’s not located in the west”.

And you can say that you’re deep and profound and finally, who knows, bang that smart, sexy girl with the glasses who goes to poetry jams and eats tofu and talks about Kurosawa all day.

Review by Carlos Mal Pacheco