Let me first admit to this being a generous RAVE.
The film wasn't perfect, but I was in a damned good mood (part spillover from dinner last night at Chez Papa, and part down to being with Pavey, Simi, and Amo), and that made up for the movie's imperfections.
Basically, True Grit didn't fulfill on its early promise. It started out very funny (although it's not a comedy), with a wickedly sharp script and impossibly gnarly performance from Jeff Bridges. He's going to have to pick his next role carefully, as the crusty old fart of Crazy Heart and now True Grit may be hard to shake off. Don't expect to see him in a crisp, white tuxedo any time soon, is all I'm saying.
It also failed to live up to the early makings of a low-down dirty manhunt for the killer of Maddy Rose's dad. A surprisingly sub-standard performance from Josh Brolin as the killer added to the underwhelming climax to the film.
A curiously casual Matt Damon added little but a foil for Jeff Bridges' / Rooster Cogburn's jokes.
So, all in all yet another enjoyable romp from the Coen brothers (A Serious Man, No Country For Old Men, Fargo, The Big Lebowski, to name a few of their best), but not quite gritty enough to be labeled "perfect".
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