So, I haven't seen a movie in a real movie theater since, well, probably the last "Pirates" flick. I convinced, persuaded and then dragged my husband to see "Burn After Reading" the other weekend.
The Coen brothers' latest was stupidly hilarious, and with hardly a plot no less. It's only 96 minutes, so even if you leave your sense of humor at home, it won't be painful for long.
John Malkovich is the crazed CIA agent who jumps off the deep end when he's fired and his memoirs are stolen. The lady from "Fargo" will beg, borrow and steal for a new body. Nympho George Clooney looks wonderful (oh, and he can act, too). And Brad Pitt, well, he embodies a fitness instructor. Let the violence begin!
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