We never get to see that much of Western movies anymore. True Grit is a nostalgic remembrance to those folks who lived in a not so distant past and a pleasant introduction to those of the younger people. A reminder to the latter group that there exists a genre where a vast wilderness on the screen doesn’t necessarily mean it’s produced by National Geographic.
True Grit follows the story of a teen-girl who took it upon herself to find the killer (Josh Brolin) of his father. She enlisted the help of Marshall Cagburn (Jeff Bridges) to help pursue for JOSH BROLIN and try to bring him back to her county and be punished.
In probably the first Coen Brothers film I saw where a bag of cash is neither the cause nor part of tension, True Grit easily lived up to my personal hype- most of which stemmed from my ever-growing admiration to the relaxed yet spectacular actor that is Jeff Bridges. The Coen Brothers know how to pick their actors and partner with them every single monumental project that may have. Jeff Bridge is a wonder to marvel at in the picture. He bears the unintentional recklessness of a typical whiskey-downer but he just carried the film especially in parts where there is a little reason in the narrative to hold my interest and attention. Barry Pepper also provided a sound support towards the climax and as the plot moves on after which.
Of course, neither would the usual mundane approach of the Coen Brothers to violence is to be missed in True Grit. Probably one of the reasons why I like their style; they treat some scenes that are supposed to be laid with shrieks and piercing scoring with the enthusiasm of a dead man and yet it works.
The Coen Brothers-they’re just geniuses.
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