There are WIDE GAPING HOLES in the script. Now then, Mr. McCarthy is one of, if not the, most accomplished novelists of our time. He has won practically every book award that exists in the US and that is no small feat. If you read his works, from the first to the last (as I have) what you may notice is an increasing economy of words. In earlier novels he wrote like Faulkner and he now writes much less flowery paragraphs and is able to get the description across in two sentences where before it might have taken two paragraphs. He is a damn good novelist, but he is a NOVELIST, not a screenwriter. Leave it to the Coen brothers for chrissakes. And Sir Ridley Scott? YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER my dear man. For all your great works, The Counselor had your imprint, but you are responsible for the visuals. The acting was stilted and you know it. Why? Because the actors (much less the audience) have nothing to go on in terms of what each character WANTS and more importantly WHY they want it! Too many scenes that never seem to arrive at any sincere juncture. I can't really care about your main character because the fucking guy drives a Bentley for fuck's sake and it is throughly impossible to give a shit about someone who drives a Bentley, much less empathize with them. Make them a good-hearted pauper who is tempted to enter into an illicit drug deal in order to make good and get out of his rut of a life. It would seem Mr. McCarthy has forgotten from whence he has come, owing to the flashiness and relative Pretty Rich vs Super Uber Filthy Rich characters he has failed to draw out clearly. Much in the way the scene above as referenced by the picture is the exact problem with the entire film. HOW PRAYTELL DID THESE TWO WOMEN END UP AT A SPA TOGETHER??? We never see them together in any other part of the film!!! It would have been far more interesting if Cameron Diaz' character had sought to undermine the trust component of The Counselor's relationship in order to get inside info on the drug deal (which I still have no idea what the hell his role in was supposed to be) and then double-cross not only The Counselor but Bardem's character as well. Instead we are left with a dangling labial gymnastics routine that while an impressive visual, doesn't speak to Diaz' character other than insofar as she is REALLY into Ferrari's. McCarthy & Scott have obviously never had a woman actually do this to their Ferrari's, no matter how much they would like us to believe they have. We end up following a truck of shit the entire movie, which is the most telling and appropriate metaphor in the entire movie. I was jus thankful I didn't pay full price to see the tripe.
So in short, Mr. McCarthy, PLEASE stick to novels and DO NOT WRITE ANY MORE SCREENPLAYS. You have started to believe what little ingratiating whispers of Oprah and the scantily clad darlings at the Uber Super Rich cocktail parties you've been attending, no matter how much you would like us to believe that you're REALLY hanging out at the Santa Fe Institute pondering the meaning of the cosmos with some Nobel-laureate Astronomer. Dude, stick to writing what you know in the manner in which you know how to write it and leave the screenwriting to those of us who have somewhat of an inkling as to how to go about it.