Robert Ford: Well, if you'll pardon my saying so, I guess it is interesting, the many ways you and I overlap and whatnot. You begin with our Daddies. Your daddy was a pastor of the New Hope Baptist Church; my daddy was a pastor of a church at Excelsior Springs. Um. You're the youngest of the three James boys; I'm the youngest of the five Ford boys. Between Charley and me, is another brother, Wilbur here, with six letters in his name; between Frank and you was a brother, Robert, also with six letters. Robert is my Christian name. You have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. You're five feet eight inches tall. I'm five feet eight inches tall. Oh me, I must've had a list as long as your nightshirt when I was twelve, but I've lost some curiosities over the years.

"El asesinato de Jesse James por el cobarde Robert Ford" habla del fin del oeste como territorio de inadaptados; de una nueva sociedad que obliga a la antigua al suicidio; y de como los auténticos mitos se llevan a la tumba toda una era que, de otro modo, quedaría relegada al olvido de lo cotidiano. Lo curioso es que lo hace desde un prisma nunca suficientemente explotado: la fascinación. Aquella que Robert Ford siente por James y que derivará en amarlo o matarlo, pero siempre formando parte de su leyenda. Mis reverencias desde aquí para Casey Afleck; Bardem se lo ha puesto difícil de cara a los premios, pero su trabajo es de los que quedan grabados.