I don’t have the energy to write a full review, and I’m guessing that this is one movie that will be watched by many on this blog, and they can do it more justice than I. Suffice it to say that the Coen brothers True Grit is completely engrossing. It is the funniest of their films that I can recall seeing. The humor is all in the dialogue.  I have not read the 1968 novel upon which both versions of the film are based, but I gather that the dialogue in the Coens’ version is taken much more directly from the book. It is uncannily like the archaic constructions of Deadwood, without all the “cocksuckers†thrown in. The dialogue makes every exchange a delight, whether it is Mattie’s negotiation with a horse dealer at the start of the movie, or the surprisingly tender discussion between Mattie and the outlaw Lucky Ned near the end.
Jeff Bridges as Rooster Coburn hams it up a little (OK, a lot), but he is generous enough to yield the limelight to Mattie Ross (played by newcomer Hailee Steinfelt), and she grabs it and quietly dominates every scene she is in. It is a bravura performance. The other star is the scenery. After so many films built around dark interiors, the Coens, in this film and in No Country for Old Men, have discovered the capacity of the open mountain ranges and forests of the American West to astonish.