About two-thirds of the way through the latest from Joel and Ethan Coen (Fargo, O Brother, Where Art Thou?), the movie goes off the rails—but not in a bad way, really. It’s just that starting at that point, nothing that happens is quite what you expect. This is a great movie for actors, especially the likes of Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin, who are both good enough to disappear into their roles of psychopathic killer and man-at-the-wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time. Despite the fact that Tommy Lee Jones is extremely good in his part as well, there’s still that feeling of “it’s Tommy Lee Jones” that you can never quite shake. The plot, which starts with a drug deal gone wrong, isn’t particularly important, and I found it hard to say, at the end of the movie, what I was supposed to take away from the whole thing. But while you’re in the moment none of that really matters. What the Coen brothers have concocted is something that doesn’t get made much anymore: a great suspense movie, closest in my mind to the Hitchcock masterpiece Psycho.