After a pretty long wait I finally managed to see the latest Coen brothers creation, Burn After Reading, today at a little cinema near Charing Cross.  It’s hard not to like Coen brother films and with recent staple George Clooney safely installed in what he has called the final of his idiot trilogy.

In many ways the film covers familar ground, with a tail of blackmail going wrong in a goofy fashion.  They had to resort to one or two gimmicks to pull the movie off, such as Brad Pitt’s hair, and it didn’t have me rolling around in the way O’Brother did.

It had a stellar cast and it’s kinda hard to go wrong with Malkovich and Clooney, and the film was typically dorkish to make it an entertaining enough way to spend 90 minutes, but I don’t think it hit the high spots of their other films.