This evening I saw a preview of the remake of the famous westerns of the 1969 Henry Hathaway then The Grit starring John Wayne in the old one-eyed sheriff Rooster Cogburn with a young man hired by the owner to capture the murderess of her father. The new version is by the brothers Joel and Ethan Coen, the sheriff is played by a great Jeff Bridges always more comfortable in these parts of the battered outsider after roles in Crazy Heart as Big Lebowski and the Texas Rangers to help Rooster in the enterprise is a revitalized by Matt Demon care of Eastwood Hereafter. Verbose, enjoyable, and a little grotesque 'crowds, the film is an excellent example of new-western, hyper-realistic when you kill without warning, clearly visionary in the final when on a starry night by flash psychedelic dream-Rooster Cogburn in killing the wounded horse middle of nowhere on the prairie and old, tired and drunk takes on his shoulder, the young Mattie Ross in the throes of a delirium from snake bite and reached the hut of a medicine man who can rescue her. Twilight in the shape of Rooster, a sheriff who has nothing heroic than to reluctantly accept an impossible task in which it can do only two things which is really good: unleash his trigger-happy and drinking whiskey in splendid isolation, without which no man could object to the higher law of his rough ways and his vagabond existence, the film is a Coen brothers Sam Peckimpah of the new millennium where is pleased to violence even if it is distributed generously and where there is no difference between good and evil beyond the needs of the moment and opportunity that history offers. Ironic, funny, even if it draws on modern landscapes and photographs of almost a classic western, cut to focus on the psychology of the three protagonists and their interference character (from the disputes between the anthology old sheriff agnostic of surplus "is no longer for old west" as guaranteed tamed by lawyers and Texas Ranger, rampant and a little 'dude man of the new law that goes on) True Grit is dusty cinema-quality engineering and recklessness, that should be enjoyed in the original language to appreciate the real boom boom of the American guns and items burned, burned, and the characters roche, real spectacle in the show, starting with the amazing Jeff Bridges a sort of primordial Tom Waits rinsed whiskey in just price of bootleggers. A film worth seeing if you love the cinema, the western and rhythm of rock ballads. The soundtrack is chartered Burwell (Nonesuch) and the novel that inspired it is a real man to Mattie Ross by Charles Portis.
Mauro Zambellini February 2011
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