Recently I rewatched the movie No Country For Old Men. I grabbed this scene from it because I liked the ominous mood it provoked in me. In this particular scene, Carson Wells (as played by Woody Harrelson) was in the foreground crossing the street, heading for his hotel in the background. I painted him out. It didn't change the uneasy mood for me. Perhaps that's because I know what happened next.
Carson Wells was a relaxed laid-back hit man kinda guy tracking the ultimate brutal unleashed sociopath, Anton Chigurh, "an emotionless, compassionless killing machine," (Javier Bardem). And this is the scene just before Wells discovered the prey he was tracking, Chigurh, had been tracking - and just found - him!
I didn't like this movie much. That's probably because it was so successful at leaving me with a very unsettled, you-can-never-relax feeling throughout. Which is a lot like life on Earth these days.
I think if they broadened the scope of No Country For Old Men today and remade it, they might rename it No Country For Old Men, Women, Children or Anybody Else. And if the old sheriff of calm, meticulous manner as portrayed by Tommy Lee Jones in the original, were to be cast in the role of reflective and reassuring president Barrack Obama in the remake, the outcome would still be the same. Extremely disturbing.
But maybe that's just me. Yet I wake up each morning with the same feeling, that I'm in the movie No Country For Old Men, Women, Children or Anybody Else. That's pretty ominous. And it's getting darker daily!