Este País Não é Para Velhos

Mas porque raio este filme ganhou os óscares mais importantes, fiquei a pensar depois de sair da sala de cinema.
Com um argumento simples, sem nada de excepcional e uma história que se conseguia facilmente perceber o final qualquer que fosse o desfecho.
Depois, fui ficando fascinado com algumas cenas do filme. Se ao todo do filme, pudermos focarmos em determinadas cenas, então já consigo perceber porque "No Country for Old Man" ganhou os óscares que ganhou. Para quem já viu, lembrem-se disto(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKrekMKl_Vk), disto (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtNvBDYWFUg) e disto (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xvxljuUj2g) ... simplesmente divinais (entre outras).
Primeiro o ar demoníaco de Anton Chigurh (Javier Barden), depois novamente Barden na cena que melhor define a sua personagem, a de um assassino demente. A última cena que me refiro é uma autêntica trama psicológica, de ver até onde cada um dos personagens cede ao outro.

Deu gosto imaginar estas cenas depois, na minha introspecção "à posteriori".

O Javier Barden, está mesmo divinal com o ar de psicopata-demoníaco-alucinado e um cabelinho à tijela para jogar com a voz pesada e latina de escárnio.

E também, um Tommy Lee Jones que está lá naquele filme para mostrar que este mundo já não é para homens ... de outras eras. Para ele, todo aquele genocídio já não faz parte da sua "jurisdição mental".

De facto, um excelente filme, cheio de cenas intencionais e excelentemente dirigidas.

Citações:
[first lines]
Ed Tom Bell: I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman; father too. Me and him was sheriff's at the same time; him up in Plano and me out here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough'd never carry one; that's the younger Jim. Gaston Borkins wouldn't wear one up in Camanche County. I always liked to hear about the oldtimers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself gainst the oldtimers. Can't help but wonder how theyd've operated these times. There was this boy I sent to the 'lectric chair at Huntsville here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killt a fourteen-year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been planning to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. "Be there in about fifteen minutes". I don't know what to make of that. I surely don't. The crime you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to die to even do this job. But, I don't want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say, "O.K., I'll be part of this world."