
Some unnamed catastrophe has burned the world. No animals, no crops, almost no other people, and the ones left have mostly turned to cannibalism. A man and his young son walk a road toward the coast, carrying what little they have and a single revolver. That is the whole plot. McCarthy strips his style down to short, plain sentences and clipped dialogue with no names and few commas. After the wide-screen savagery of his earlier work, this one is small, tender, and almost unbearably focused on one relationship.
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