THIS JUST IN: I finally watched True Grit last night. I've been talking about seeing this movie only since it came out like six months ago. But it's tuff to make it to the theater these days—sometimes it's just hard to commit to sitting still for two hours.
But this movie. The Coen Brothers, Jeff Bridges, a Charles Portis story ... I don't have to defend this stuff—popular sentiment dictates that it's obviously gonna be good. But here's the thing: it really was. I came away from it feeling all redemptive, grounded and wise. And that last frantic ride through the midnight winter prairie—all eerie from the chill of starlight, kinda like a giant planetarium over a pan of sagebrush—I'll think about that scene for a while I imagine.