Instantly gripping thriller, marked by typically stunning cinematography from Roger Deakins, typically brilliant acting by messers Brolin, Bardem and Jones, and typically taut directing by the brothers Coen.
I’d love to end the review there, but the final act prevents me from doing so. I get that the Coens deliberately subvert expectations, and while it may make some kind of sense on a philosophical level, it makes zero sense on a filmmaking level. Characters don’t come together, threads are left open or discarded all together, despite the film devoting itself to them for over 100 minutes. “But that’s the point!”. I know. But no amount of portent changes the fact that it isn’t filmic, and it isn’t satisfying.