I was not in the mood for a trial right about a work, film or not, in fact I was still in a state limbic undefined, further accentuated by the return of happiness induced Solecito in Seville and a glass too many, all seasoned with aphasia (that I missed your voice, not that I did not have a kazza saying:)) and got some medicine to quickly, without bothering too much of side effects and Bugiardini.
The premise sounds like excusat petita not, but it is necessary (and also too long). The fact is that I went to see True Grit as people thronged to see Cisne Negro.
The film is the Coen Brothers, but never banal rather unpredictable, as capable of masterpieces such as "Brother Where Are Thou?" And "No Country for Old Men" and crap like colossal unwatchable "A Serious Man. [But utmost respect for the Jefferson Airplane song that opens the film]
is a western, tells the story of a girl of 14 who wants to give justice to his father at any cost and ventures into Indian territory in the footsteps of a gang of criminals, accompanied by a trigger-happy Marshall and elbow so high as to risk a red card and a Texas Ranger. All three main actors seemed to me extraordinary.
The story is simple, not particularly exciting, rejects the excesses gunslingers (leading to inconsistencies with the principles of physics) and also any reflection on the West. I liked the drastic change of register, with hyper-violent scenes that appeared suddenly in the usual irony of Coen and emphasis (enough due) on landscapes. the final ride with the face of the horse that is transformed by "Hats off". Photography has honors.
not their best movie but definitely me reconciled to the cinema after the disappointment of the last of Clint. [I'm curious to know what you think Piotr:)]
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