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Velva 2022-04-20 09:01:04

This may be the most profound review of this film in the Chinese world.


This is a movie that is difficult for Chinese people to understand. It's like letting bullets fly. Chinese people can see thousands of things from it, but Europeans and Americans may have seen a knight similar to Robinson.

It has been thirteen years since I read it, and it is only the second time that I understand a little bit of what the Coen brothers want to express.

The first is the title, No country for old men. Not no place nor no state or no nation or kingdom.

I want to translate it into a place of no survival, country is the original meaning, countryside, wilderness.

In the open and dry western plains, not an inch of land is reserved for old people like us.


To understand this film, you must have God in your heart, an old man, at least cosplay, pretending that you believe that there is an omniscient, almighty, benevolent and stern lord who is watching you all the time, so that when you die give you an evaluation.

The Coen brothers have his old man in their hearts, and everyone in their camera has his old man in their hearts.

This is not at all a story of impermanence or a short life. It is the story of the Lamb of God hopping helplessly in God's sheepfold.

Whether you are a 21-year-old old man who became a sheriff, a Rambo-style Vietnam War elite, or a ruthless killer, an elite such as a retired US military colonel, a local tyrant who can afford a building with more money, or a law-abiding middle-class uncle, enthusiastic The rural second uncle who helped, even, you are a brave and wise girl full of human beauty. It doesn't matter, the Lord doesn't care, one is released, the other is released, and everyone is the lamb of God. God neither favors nor hates anyone, he has his own rules, and what are its rules, we Chinese know at this time: "The world is like this!"

To such a God, its Lamb said: "I thought that when I was old, God would come to my heart, but he did not."


I became a sheriff when I was 21, and when I was younger, other old cops didn't even carry guns. I don't know why, but I can learn them and use as little grab as possible.

As I get older, the world becomes more and more difficult for me to understand.

I just sent a teenager to the execution ground, he killed a 14-year-old girl, and he said if he or he would kill.

Most importantly, he felt he would only be in hell for 15 minutes.

I really don't understand young men in the city with blue and green hair,

Earlier I thought the sky would fall if people didn't use honorifics.

I don't understand the old age and the young age.

This is the Coen brothers who were born in the late 1950s and grew up at the height of the Vietnam War and the hippies, showing the story of 1980 in 2007. At the end of the Vietnam War, a new cultural storm blew into the countryside and destroyed all old cultural expressions. Reagan had not yet led America to greatness again, and the entire America was healing itself from the trauma of the Vietnam War.

In 2007, the U.S. economy turned to the Internet era in an all-round way, and the southern states were just surviving.

The times have abandoned me


That's how things are supposed to be.

Young people die like wormwood, and old men live to this day, and they get used to it when they see death a lot.

Life is unsatisfactory, nine out of ten.

Other lambs go astray, you can't stop it.

So in the end I looked away too, and in my dream my father walked past me holding a torch with horns the color of the moon.

I know that wherever I go, he is there waiting for me.

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

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No Country for Old Men quotes

  • Anton Chigurh: Would you hold still, please, sir?

  • Carla Jean's Mother: And I always seen this is what it would come to. Three years ago I pre-visioned it.

    Carla Jean Moss: It ain't even three years we been married.

    Carla Jean's Mother: Three years ago I said them very words. No and Good.

    Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: Now here we are. Ninety degree heat. I got the cancer. And look at this. Not even a home to go to.

    Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: We're goin' to El Paso Texas. You know how many people I know in El Paso, Texas?

    Cabbie at Bus Station: No, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: [She holds up thumb and forefinger curled to make an O] That's how many. Ninety degree heat.