Last night I went to the Picadilly Theatre at North Adelaide for the first time in years, and saw "Burn After Reading". It is not a movie I would recommend to you.
To start off with though, it's so weird in that cinema, it's kind of stuck in a timewarp. You're almost surprised they're showing current movies there. It's dead quiet, and I kind of expected the place to shut down permanently sometime during the screening.
I wasn't expecting much from the movie itself, but Mirjana was keen to see it, and I generally like at least 50% of the Cohen brothers' movies. This was completely different to "No Country For Old Men" - it was more along the lines of "Fargo" - a comedy about stupid people, interspersed with sudden acts of violence.
Fargo was funny though, this was not. Brad Pitt was mildy amusing in his portrayal of a male bimbo, and I did like the head CIA guy (played by the Dad from Juno). John Malkovich didn't do anything for me, and Frances McDormand seems to be permanently annoying. I wonder what she's like in real life.
Tonight I'm seeing "Body of Lies", and hoping that's a lot better.
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