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creativescreenwriting January/February 2011
Showing Their True Grit
adapt something that I wouldn't be able to
come up with on my own because that's
more interesting."
Similar to their original scripts, the
brothers don't outline and, as Joel says, "We
just start at the beginning and think it
through, write it through -- except, of
course, you have this furherer, this guide
which is the novel." It took the brothers "a
couple of months" to complete True Grit's
adaptation, which had very few subse-
quent rewrites.
THE FINAL SHOWDOWN
As for the film's ending, the minute
that Mattie kills Chaney, the recoil of the
rifle sends her hurtling into a pit, where
she's bitten by a snake and then rushed to
the nearest doctor by Rooster. As we see,
some 25 years later, her revengeful jour-
ney that ended in a snake bite ultimately
cost her an arm.
Coming on the heels of A Serious Man,
a film that arguably ends with acts of force
majeure
that are seen as a punishment to
various groups of small-time sinners, it
might seem that True Grit's action-re-
action climax also suggests the inter-
vention of a higher power. As it turns
out, the Coens were simply following
Portis' structure and insist there isn't
anything else to it. "That's interesting,
it is force majeure... but we thought of
it more in terms of the kind of The
Perils of Pauline
(the 1914 serial West-
ern) nature of that kind of adventure-
fiction," Joel explains. "As soon as
one thing happens, another thing
happens immediately afterwards, and
there's that willy-nilly action that
goes on. That was more of the way we
were -- we weren't really connecting
that in any way to the force majeure at
the end of Serious Man."
As in the novel, there's an ending
that includes a 25-year jump in time,
which the Coens could have inter-
rupted to allow the characters more
time to say their traditional goodbyes
(which is what the 1969 film did), but
ultimately they saw no point in stray-
ing from the novel they love. "That's
the end of that story," Joel says. "And
all that remains is the non-retrospective
part of this story -- the part that shows
you where she was coming from as she was
narrating it." Ethan summed it up to InCon-
tention.com: "The immediately striking thing
about the novel is it's a first-person story told
by this 14-year-old girl, well, actually she's
more like 40 talking about what happened
when she was 14."
It's rare for too many changes to occur be-
tween what the Coens write and what audi-
ences see on the screen, but voiceover is
usually the one element that most filmmak-
ers will adjust because of the ease involved in
reconfiguring it. Sampled for your reading
pleasure is a quick glimpse into a longer,
tonally different final monologue for Mattie
that no longer appears in the film, even
though it did in the book:
"There was a lot of great stuff in the
novel and we tried to put as much as we
could in the voiceover in the script, but
there just wasn't time," Ethan says. Inter-
estingly, the elimination of this monologue
helps maintain the true voice of the young
girl the audience has come to know since,
visually at this point, they're seeing a
woman in her late forties, and the mono-
logue speaks to a woman's views much
more than a girl's.
If there is any lesson to be learned about
the writing habits of Joel and Ethan Coen, it's
that there is a sanctity to the simplicity of
their prose, dialogue, structure and transi-
tions, which prove that the simplest, clean-
est route to conveying information is always
the best way to align both readers and audi-
ences with a narrative. The brothers are crea-
tures of habit who've made very few changes
to their process over the years and, when
asked what change stands out the most, Joel
reflects, "Using the computer. I mean, we
used to use a lot of Wite-Out."
Voice-Over
. . . It's just like a cranky old maid to pull a stunt like that,
burying him in the family plot. They say I love nothing but
money and the Presbyterian Church and that is why I never
married. It is true that I love my church and my bank. I will
tell you a secret. Those same people talk mighty nice when
they come in for a crop loan or a mortgage extension. I care
nothing for what they say. I would have married a baboon if
I had wanted and fetched it its newspaper and slippers every
morning but I never had time to fool with it.