I guess because NO COUNTRY FOR STUPID ENDINGS must already have been taken.
Tommy Lee Jones is wasted, Josh Brolin is hot then cold then hot again before going cold, and Javier Bardem sports a Beatles haircut to beat all Beatles haircuts.
Our semi-hero, part-time protagonist Josh is hunting for antelope when he stumbles upon a drug deal gone bad then becomes hunted himself after taking $2 million in cold cash that was still lying around.
Get it? Nasty ass hunter gets HIS and then some.
Javier is the hit man sent to recover the loot, and Tommy Lee is the doddering old sheriff just this side of retirement who complains that times certainly have changed. Over and over and over. Javier is a sort of Terminator...Jason...Freddie Kruger with some interesting firepower. And Woody Harrelson shows up as another super-dee-duper hit man sent to stop Javier because Javier is simply having too much fun killing everyone in Del Rio, Texas. Only problem with Woody's character is he's as incompetent as all get out and I'm forced to imagine that Woody dropped by the set one day while they were filming and the Coen brother's thought it'd be cool giving him some lines.
So Josh is running, Javier is having a blast tracking him down, and Tommy Lee is confused by it all and just wants some peace and quiet like in the old days.
Then it stops and they roll the credits.
Seriously. I can't explain it without giving away the lack of plot and missing narrative threads and horrid continuity that beggars description anyway.
The Motion Picture Academy absolutely adored this movie because it is anti-gun, anti-hunting, and its author is an old lefty who at long last did something they could legitimately praise him for.
Half A Double-Tap. Because the cinematography didn't suck and some of the scenery was nice.
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