True Grit

On Monday (3 days ago), I noticed that True Grit was available on my Netflix account, so I added it to the top of my queue. It’s funny; after being a Netflix customer for five years, I’m still amazed when the movie arrives 1-2 days later. Anyway, True Grit arrived at my PO Box (oh, did I mention I moved out into the woods in April and still don’t have a mailbox?), and after putting the kids down, my wife and I threw it into the Xbox and started it up.

Overall, I felt the writing, acting, and filming were top-notch. Although I could barely understand a word Rooster Cogburn said, I felt this added to the authenticity of the film and helped immerse me in the Cogburn gang. On the negative side, at the end of the film, my wife and I looked at each other and said, “Really? That’s it? Did they run out of budget or ideas or what?”

Now, granted, I know the film is an adaptation of a novel; however, that doesn’t change the fact that I felt like the ending was a drop-off followed by the credits. Rather than going to bed thinking, “great film,” I seem to remember going up the stairs saying, “I’ll never get those 2 hours back.”