Initial impressions on a movie I’ve wanted to see ever since I heard the first stirrings about it:

You don’t ever turn your back on someone wearing handcuffs.
You don’t go back to the scene of a heinous crime, even if you don’t have anything to do with the crime in the first place.

Not twenty minutes into No Country for Old Men and I feel my heart stirring. Ten some years ago in a random film class I was introduced to the Coen brothers’ style and vision via Blood Simple, and to this day this film still ranks as a strong favorite.

It must be powerful cinematography then, to evoke the same strong feeling in me and it’s only been a few minutes into No Country. The sweeping desert vista, the stark lonely beauty of wilderness punctuated by spots of brush and the odd tree here and there. The rush of (fear?) even before the first hinting of violence is shown. This is some great movie – and it hasn’t even been half an hour. I best get back to it now, I feel it’s only going to get better.