No Country For Old Men was thrilling, disquieting and singularly brilliant even among the Coen brothers sparkling filmographies. Javier Bardem was a force of nature as Anton Chigurh, Acting like the grim reaper with a god-awful haircut as he hunted down Josh Brolins Llewellyn Moss, you always feared what would happen when he caught up with the unfortunate bloke, yet for the most part Moss did a sterling job of delaying the inevitable. However, fate was always going to catch up with him some time. Its just a pity that we never go to see it. Wait, what? Yes, you read right Llewellyn Moss dies off-screen, which must feature as probably one of the lamest deaths a movie character can suffer. The worst part was that we didnt get to see him die by Chigurhs hand in the awesome scene we all feared but wanted to see, because all the scenes where Chigurh kills a guy were so compelling. What happens to him instead is just a gut-puncher he just gets killed by a truckload of angry Mexicans. Thats meant to happen in regular crime films, not Coen brothers epics. I must admit, I felt slightly cheated, even though I knew it was a clever move on the Coens' part. I realise that the point was to eschew a Holywood-ised glamorous death, but that doesnt stop me feeling gutted about it.