Redneck dystopia

Finally, someone who despises No Country for Old Men as much as I do, even if he is a Marxist. The book, that is. I haven’t seen the movie, which this review disparages, sideswiping the book at the same time. He even has a followup, since he drew so much flak for the first one. (If I had a regular reading audience of any size, I might have been shelled more myself. But I don’t, so I wasn’t, especially.) Therein, also, he excoriates McCarthy’s Blood Meridian. As it should be. Faux literary pulp, both of them, with violence the only reason for being.

UPDATE: The battle goes on as Scott waits to see if his fav author’s movie wins an Oscar. Which goes to prove (see comments) that Scott is not a true redneck, because a true redneck would not care about the Oscars to being with. Which also proves that rednecks are smarter than a lot of intellectuals think, since not watching the Oscars is the norm now and, indeed, the wave of the future, a rejection of Hollyweird’s BS of which I heartily approve. Meanwhile, the flicker won four, which I do not find a surprise. McCarthy’s meaningless drivel is right up the industry’s nihilistic alley.