No country for old men - do not read if you havent watched

There are, I believe, few characters in fiction that come close to being the psychological disurbance the killer in No Country for Old Men is. By the middle of the film I was feeling a sense of dread everytime I saw him, and it's a feeling that no Saw nor any horror film can replicate in its profundity or strength.

I would say it's a beautiful film, if not for the fact that Moss died. Whatever the literary reasons for him dying, I see no way how his death propelled a very tense match-up between two extremely capable adversaries to a greater storyline height. Another contention would be the way the film ended. I'm not sure if that was how the book ended too, but cormac mccarthy's endings are characteristically cryptical and, I feel, always fail to compound the raw bleakness his stories commonly portray.

Listening to the piano tune of the diving-bell and the butterfly. A very alluring tune, one can listen it repeatedly the whole day. It connects me to Anton for some reason. Oh, the arbitrariness of things.