I saw "True Grit," the new Coen brothers movie last night for the second time. Talk about a great movie.
I came home, and started reading a new book, Women Writing About Men, by Jane Miller, c. 1986. It's a "feminist" book, probably one that was in vogue back then. I don't care for her writing style, but after reading the first chapter (or was it the introduction?) I had an epiphany with regard to the movie "True Grit." As Harold Bloom would say, I think folks, including critics, have been misreading "True Grit." It may be even better than folks realize. And that's why the Coen brothers are geniuses.
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