I rented the movie two weekends ago: that movie is No Country For Old Men, based (literally) on the novel by Cormac McCarthy (one of the nation’s bad ass literary authors there is.) I instantly fell in love with the movie right from the get-go, from the astonishing picture that grazed my eyes of the Temple, Texas deserts to the awe-striking elements where the movie didn’t even have a soundtrack. It was great.

Javier Bardem, who played the character Anton Chigurh, is already one of my favorite actors out there. After watching his marvelous performance in No Country For Old Men, I looked up his IMDB page and checked out a few movies he’s played in and some of the ones he’s set to play in. His performance in NC4OM deserved the Academy Award he received for Best Supporting Actor, easily. He played the perfect serial killer, with the brilliant mind by having his weapon of choice being a captive bolt pistol, in which contained compressed air that shot out a large dart with such velocity that would jettison his enemies as the movie continued.

Josh Brolin’s performance for the character he portrayed, Llewelyn Moss, was phenomenal as well. I bought the book off of Amazon just a week ago and read through a good 91 pages, and after further understanding McCarthy’s use of Moss, I realized that Brolin played a spot-on character of the man. I was in complete shock to say the least. I picked up the movie to just have something to watch; the movie ended with my understanding of it being my favorite of all time. Now owning the book, I’m all but obliged to continue reading.