Macchars don’t wear sweaters

I saw No Country for Old Men the second time a couple of days ago, hoping to finally awaken to its greatness. The fact that it won an Oscar, some of my most admired bloggers like it, and that it was made by the creators of that sublime movie, Fargo, were enough reasons for me to give it the benefit of doubt.

The second viewing didn’t change my opinion much. It seemed an almost Ram Gopal Vermaesque attempt to create a cosmic and infallible bad ass, who knows you will scratch even before you are fully aware of the itch. It was entertaining in a way, but even the dialogues seemed contrived to me. The cylinder murder weapon was merely a digression. I have a nagging suspicion that the monologues of Tommy Lee Jones is where the depth lay, but i couldn’t access it, even with subtitles.

Those who have been following the Radia Tapes controversy might want to see the video of Barkha defending herself around other eminent editors. I have personally admired Barkha for long, but it does seem like she could not give a valid answer to the most important question.

Why did she not break the story that an eminent lobbyist for Tata and Reliance was trying to promote Raja for a cabinet berth? The nexus is more than evident.