It also seemed strange to me that Chigurh was so sloppy. He was captured once, gets shot, gets in an accident, and does all sorts of killing and violence in public places, frequently in daylight. The whole procuring of medicine from the pharmacy and self-surgery was gripping, but seemed rather implausible. And wouldn't it just be easier to plan ahead and have a first aid kit with needles, painkillers, etc, before being severely wounded and needing them?

1) his conscience was eating at him. Maybe it was dumb (and he realized before going that it very likely was), but he felt he had to go.

4) Woody's character is a fixer like Chigurh, probably contacted at the same place Stephen Root found Chigurh when his drug deal went bad. He figured it would take an SOB to track down an SOB, and he was right. Everyone underestimates Chigurh's lethality, tho, and they ALL die for their mistake, with the exception of TLJ, who backs off in the face of such mystery and power.

Rod,

I always assumed you were already an English graduate of some sort.

I have just finished reading the second installment Clive James' autobiography, Falling Towards England. Already a graduate from Sydney something or other, the book deals with the rather feckless period of his life spent in London prior to his gettng his 'stuff' together and going to Cambridge. From there he went on to...well to be Clive James.

I wonder how he views his career. I think his first love was poetry, but he never achieved much recognition for this - who does these days. Where I thnk he deserves recognition is in essentially reinventing television criticism during his time spent at The Observer in the seventies - he was one of the first to understand the place of popular culture in the arts and give it its due. In comparison, I think his later forays into tele were a disappointment.

His autobiographies were great reads, if a little heavy on the self-deprecation.

Any parallels Rod?

I like the way how we perceive Vanessa as maybe unstable or harboring some problem, while the hubby is portrayed as nice and normal. And then the switch happens, that Vanessa really is the reliable stable one, and the hubby can't handle his role.

As it turns out, Moss is the only person (that we know of) who has managed to stand up to him at all

The clerks all with that trademark Coen laconic drawl, and the back-and-forth dialogue that goes nowhere.

I wasn't troubled by Moss's going back with the water. Every movie is entitled to some suspension of disbelief, especially when it is at least plausibly linked to human nature. Heck, if I can accept Cordelia's inability to say "Luv ya pops," why not that Moss's conscience about leaving a man to die without even getting him water would bother him that much.

The French movie Lady Chatterley starring Marina Hands is based on a lesser known version of D.H.Lawrence' novel, and is a very mature treatment of the subject. It deals seriously with issues such as living as a paraplegic, living with a paraplegic, guilt-free commitment to a sexual relationship and the liberating effect of such a relationship. The complexity of the three main characters is well developed. The movie runs at a leisurely pace, is beautifully photographed, and deals with the sexual encounters in a tasteful manner. It won five Cesars, including Best Picture and Best Actress.

An underestimated and overlooked film, and a strange choice for a French filmmaker.