I initially gave this film only six stars. The calm, cold bloodedness of Javier Bardem's character made me change it to eight. Anton Chigurh stepped roughly from the pages of Cormac McCarthy's novel, slid into film, and suddenly created some competition in the creepiest villain category. Dr. Lector, watch your back. I know someone who may be coming at it with a compressed air gun.
However, while Bardems performance was...interesting, I found everything else in the movie to be the kind of boring that sucks your soul out through your eyes. I found myself checking my watch every five minutes...and then every two. Then, of course, after waiting WAY too long for an ending, I was left with (drum roll please) Tommy Lee Jones telling us about a fricking DREAM. This movie was saved by the bad guy. They should be thanking him...from a distance.