Many have complained that the Coens' adaptation of the 1968 Charles Portis novel wants for the filmmakers' usual sense of ironic detachment. Surely, the brothers play it overall much straighter than usual here, imbuing the proceedings with a formal classicism that equally honors the work of the cast as it does the quotidian prose of Portis's text. Their unwavering sincerity and love for character is such that it complicates everything else they've achieved until now.
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