But if you listen tonight on that high lonely plain

Oh, but No Country For Old Men is just so very very lovely. It's bleak and beautiful, and it's so very perfectly West Texas, down to the trains moaning in the background. I think it's my new favorite Coen Brothers movie (beating out O, Brother). It has also done horrible things to my vowels--I could not play the "guess where I'm from" game right now.

I also had two Fin du Mondes over the course of this film, so now I'm going to sit here and sway a little and think back fondly on Young Riders.