Last night I saw, for the Xth time, No Country for Old Men – that movie masterpiece from the Coen Bros.
My reaction this time: No country for any man! USA, Mexico, the Americas in short…, bastards’ territory. Not so much failed states as failed nations. Which might be worse. This, I intuited when I lived out there from 1971 till 1973. Now I know.
There is something hilariously funny about the fact that the USA is bringing ‘democracy’ to various failed states in this world, while – though state-wise it may be functioning – its state of the nation is a far cry from civil society.
God’s Own Country. Ha!
What great artists these Coens, to create an enlarged, surreal image of that mad world out there. The crazy guy with his air-gun and his coin, each time flipped to decide about the life or death of a victim. Mister Yank he is.
The seemingly surreal as hard core reality.
Henry Miller was right, writing to Larry Durrell that ‘what constitutes surrealism is a permanent thing in art, more especially in literature’. He meant that it always has been so.
In cinematography surrealism has indeed been the ‘permanent thing’, here however the surreal turns all too easily out to be the real thing. The cinema, as opposed to literature, does not demand too much suspension of one’s disbelief…
So Sade was right. God is the Devil and vice versa. The dialectics of good and evil, eventually having achieved that Higher Identity. By the way, precisely what Hegel wanted – it all happened out West.
Sierksma – La Roche 11.9/2016