There are numerous echoes of No Country For Old Men , including Bardem in a silly haircut, but also a crucial difference between the two: That earlier work, so masterfully (and faithfully) brought to the screen by the Coen Brothers, conveyed McCarthy’s pessimistic worldview almost exclusively through the architecture of its story, particularly its devastating anticlimax.
In fact, the last time this combination came together, the result was No Country for Old Men, itself an Awards Season juggernaut.
Then it hit me: McCarthy, of course, wrote “No Country for Old Men,” which, if you’re not drawn into its themes, ends rather abruptly.