The filmmakers have made a career out of twisting our interpretation of some of the industry’s biggest stars to squeeze out every last drop of comedy potential.
Take Burn After Reading. Chiselled poster boy George Clooney is transformed into a philanderous government agent (acting with his eyebrows as usual) while heart throb Brad Pitt takes the role of fitness geek, Chad, alongside his gormless fellow employee, Linda (Frances McDormand).
John Malkovich plays a bitter, drunken CIA analyst while Tilda Swinton completes the main cast as his cold hearted wife Katie (not that far removed from her turn as the White Witch in Narnia).
As far as the characters go, this is classic Coen brothers in the making, up there with The Big Lebowski and Raising Arizona.
The story, too, will keep you entertained. It is a comedy of errors about ‘sensitive’ CIA documents that have fallen into the wrong hands.
It takes great pleasure in revealing its stars as great idiots, all connected through their illicit affairs, and the plot whirls out of control in a life all its own.
But at just 90 minutes, Burn After Reading seems to end almost as soon as its begun and there’s less laugh-out-loud moments than you’d hope for.
Yet give it a while and you may find this film sinking into your subconscious. Picture it in your mind and you’re sure to smile.
