In this movie, Coburn moves with agonizing stiffness -- but he makes it work for him in his portrayal of an old man who was once physically powerful, but is now a physical wreck who is probably drinking himself to death in part to ease his physical pain (and maybe also his psychological pain as well). He is terrifying -- in some scenes because of his obliviousness to anything and everything around him, in other scenes because of his primal, fearsome rage (which is at least as much at himself because he can no longer express it with brutish violence), in still other scenes because of his sodden, derisive willigness to transgress any boundaries in his path (as when, in one scene, he cops a feel of his son's girlfriend's tush).
He deserves his Oscar nomination for his work here.
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