I gave the Coens’ “True Grit” another look last night with the family. Hailee Steinfeld’s commanding presence alongside a scenery-chewing Jeff Bridges was as striking as ever. I’d be lying if I didn’t say my biggest Oscar wish this year is that the Academy’s acting branch sees the performance for what it is: a leading lady showcase. But we’ll just have to see.
As for the film, it’s as rich as ever and takes on more textures each time I give it another look. I can easily see it ultimately being more of a fixture in my DVD player than most other 2010 entries, but it’s really the reverence for Charles Portis that continues to be so rewarding. There is no question in my mind that the Coens found the thematic pulse of the material more absolutely than Henry Hathaway’s original hokey take.
Writing in The New York Times, literary theorist and legal scholar Stanley Fish seems to be in total agreement. And of all the items I’ve come across in response to the film these last few weeks, I’d have to say, for me, it has the most complete understanding of what’s lurking between the lines.

Directors Joel and Ethan Coen have evolved into the quintessential American filmmakers of our time since charging onto the indie scene over 25 years ago. It was a trajectory hinted at in early depictions of Prohibition-era gangsterism (
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