No Country For Old Men

I know most of you don't have 33 minutes to kill, but here is an interesting discussion (although it does, necessarily, include the oafish Charlie Rose) of the amazing "No Country For Old Men." The movie is so strange in its insinuations that I haven't fully comprehended its ideas yet. Suffice it to say that it may be my favorite Coen brothers movie, and it may be (though I'll have to see it again to be sure) one of my favorite movies of all time. It's that good. Heck, even Roger Ebert, an avowed fan of the Coens, says it's as good a film as they have ever made. He goes on:

Many of the scenes in "No Country for Old Men" are so flawlessly constructed that you want them to simply continue, and yet they create an emotional suction drawing you to the next scene. Another movie that made me feel that way was "Fargo." To make one such film is a miracle. Here is another.

Too, A.O. Scott, one of the best film reviewers alive today, wrote in the NY Times:

The minutes fly by, leaving behind some unsettling notions about the bloody, absurd intransigence of fate and the noble futility of human efforts to master it. Mostly, though, ''No Country for Old Men'' leaves behind the jangled, stunned sensation of having witnessed a ruthless application of craft.