That’s an expression the rabbits used in the novel Watership Down to mean an animal is frozen with terror because of an oncoming danger—usually a predator or a car about to run him over. If you’ve ever seen a cat or a dog caught frozen in the headlights of a car, that’s what going tharn looks like.
And that may be what Rach and I looked like after watching the quiet menace of Javier Bardem as Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men. We went tharn. The best predators are those who are so quiet that the only time you hear them is the moment right before they rip your throat out—or in this case, just before he kills you with his airgun. The terrifying moments in this movie is not the killings, it’s the moments before the killing actually happens, when Chigurh stalks the victims.
We usually have lots to say about a movie we just watched. We liked it, we didn’t like it, it was stupid, it was brilliant, the lead was hot, the couple had no chemistry, loved the outfits, I want to get the soundtrack, etc, etc, yadda yadda yadda.
Here’s our conversation after the movie last Tuesday:
Me: … …
Rach; … … .
Me: I need to get the memory of that movie out of that mind. Coffee and dessert?
Rach: Yes, let’s.
Later at Seattle’s Best.
Me: … … .
Rach: … … .
Couldn’t blog about it right away because Chigurh was genuinely scary—the perfect pyschopath. No remorse, no feelings. Just death. No wonder he has a stupid haircut: No one would dare tell him to style his hair better. They’d end up dead.