People who love Charles Portis’ 1967 novel True Grit — and you will know them when you meet them, even if they do not wear an eyepatch and do not forego the modern convenience known as the contraction — love it with a fierceness that shouldn’t be crossed. Joel and Ethan Coen must have known what they were getting themselves into when they set out to adapt it. If they’d failed to capture the tone and flavor of the book, or messed with too many of its roughhewn details, the mark of shame upon them would be too great to bear.
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REVIEW: The Coen Brothers Pull Off an Almost-Great True Grit
