There's a movie I've been planning to go see since it came out. I'm not sure when it came out (December? Oh. IMDB says November. Pfft.), but it's coming to DVD this week.
I finally got out to see it. No Country for Old Men was worth it. Sparse and violent, the movie was good. There was no soundtrack, so there were periods of dead silence punctuated only by, say, the ticking of a clock, as in the pauses in the last scene, a monologue. The characters, which were well written to begin with, were cast and acted well (especially Chigurh, the ultimate villain *shudder*). Cormac McCarthy's been described as a humorless writer, but his brand of humor is bleaker, more like gallows humor, and it came through in the movie. The ending was deliciously ambiguous ("That's it?" a couple other moviegoers asked each other as the credits started to roll).
I'm not pretentious enough to say how many stars or thumbs up it deserves, but I enjoyed it. Now I just need to go back and finish reading the book.
...Post is late again. Oh bother.