#Frances mcdormand burn after reading movie#

Sadly, liposuction and breast enlargement cost money that Linda’s insurance won’t cover. Linda yearns only for cosmetic surgery, starting on her butt.

Though far from Jason Bourne, he dictates his spying secrets onto a computer disk, which ends up on the floor at the Hardbodies Fitness Center, run by Ted Treffon (the invaluable Richard Jenkins), a former Greek Orthodox priest who yearns for employee Linda Litzke (Frances McDormand). Katie secretly initiates divorce proceedings after all, she’s been having it off with Harry Pfarrer (George Clooney), a married federal marshal with a mania for dildos and quality flooring. Props to the freshly Oscar-ed Swinton for flashing a delicious look of contempt that could freeze lava. He tells Katie (Tilda Swinton), his doctor wife, that he plans to write his memoirs. At CIA headquarters, perpetually pissed-off analyst Osborne Cox (John Malkovich, never funnier or more frazzled) quits his post before he can be demoted for drunken incompetence. as the camera - in a game of “pin the tail on the donkey” - lands on the Beltway, where assholes wag in profusion.

#Frances mcdormand burn after reading movie#

The movie begins with an aerial map of the U.S. But if their control falters this time by pressing too hard on the “quirky” button, it’s still a small price to pay for their indisputable daring. Such things happen when the Coens wield their wit like a blunt instrument. The result is wildly funny, but just as wildly uneven. Instead of a subtle walk through Cormac McCarthy territory, the brothers have conjured a crazy-quilt comic thriller that takes on our growing national stupidity in the form of a sex farce. For me, the only time the slide into silly didn’t work was when The Man Who Wasn’t There begat the twin low points in the Coen canon, Intolerable Cruelty and The Ladykillers.īurn After Reading will have No Country converts running for cover. Blood Simple begat Raising Arizona, Barton Fink begat The Hudsucker Proxy, and Fargo begat (hello, stoner heaven) The Big Lebowski. (Have any Oscar winners ever looked more miserable on camera?) Luckily, the idiot-boy side of the Coens barrels out whenever prestige threatens to choke their rebel spirit. All the Academy Awards that Joel and Ethan Coen won for No Country for Old Men produced an unintended effect: It made the outlaw brothers respectable.