Need a little splaining about the movie "No Country for Old Men."

[dimbear]

What exactly is the moral?

Is it something about wearing seatbelts or what?

[Swede]

1. Beware of men with funny hair cuts,carrying compressed air?

It was a good movie. Life,death and choices. :shrug:

[petronius]

2. As I recall, the moral is once you have the money don't go back

If dying dudes want water, they can get it their own damn selves...

[texanwitch]

5. Also check the money.

Make sure no one can trace you.

Don't leave phone bills behind either.

[dimbear]

6. That's the most unbelievable one. You find 2 million hot dollars and you don't look at them?

Something about Darwin operating there.

[applegrove]

3. I didn't get it. As I recall he was getting people to make choices and then

killing them if they made the wrong choice. Psychopaths make people make choices to diminish their lives whatever the choice is...like in Sophie's Choice. I kinda could not follow the movie and then I kinda was not paying attention at the end.

[MilesColtrane]

4. It's a Cormac McCarthy story interpreted by the Coen brothers.

There is no moral.

[LaurenG]

7. I don't know but the title implies that this is no country for old men

:hide:

[A-Schwarzenegger]

8. Title's from Yeats.

Sailing to Byzantium


I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

[Fire Walk With Me]

9. "Things are getting worse." The film presents some examples.