Watched No Country for Old Men on tv this week gone. Well, how singularly disappointing. Everyone gets shot bar Tommy Lee Jones, who puts it to sleep humanely with a rambling monologue to his wife over breakfast. Her sunny, encouraging smile starts to slide and I think at that point I slid off the sofa, comatose. It got terrific reviews, Oscar noms, and a blessing from the Pope. I've got no idea why - it's supposed to be in the Once Upon a Time in the West category, but it's by no mean as epic (it never could be) and felt like a rather extended version of Kalifornia. As for it being an allegory about how everything has changed, how Texas is now for the brash and the young - well, wasn't it always that way? You didn't stand much chance in a bang-bang shoot-out at the Broken Spur Saloon in 1879 any more than you'd stand a chance against rapid-fire weaponry in the hands of drug runners today, with the average age for dying in gunfights being 31 in the bad ole days. It didn't quite make the hype for me.