Again — how fresh or stunning can a presumably better, more delectably photographed, Charles Portis-novel-adhering version of True Grit be? Okay, better than Henry Hatahaway‘s 1969 film…and? No matter how righteous the Coen Bros. sheen, it’ll still be True Grit — raunchy blowhard Reuben (not Rooster) Cogburn matching wits with Mattie Ross. I expect nothing but quaalude highs, but what can it finally add up to? People are having advance heart palpitations, and I’m not so sure. (Kris Tapley‘s In Contention had it first.)
