Is it possible for the Coens to make a bad film? I suppose, technically it is, but this isn't it.
Josh Brolin (aged a bit since The Goonies!) finds $2 million amidst a corpse-littered drug deal gone wrong out in the desert, and gets chased by an implacable killer, Mexican drug dealers and the law, in the form of a ponderous Tommy Lee Jones.
Good film, a truly menacing bad guy for once, and pretty light on the usual sense of humour that pervades the Coens' work. Jones' performance reminds me of him in The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada, though the similarities are only vague. Cracking stuff, bloody good book as well.