Impossible. Drivel. Ridiculous. Many ways one can define the plot of this hilarious Coen Brothers film, that they wrote, edited, produced and directed.
The title suggests something top secret which the movie reveals it is not. Far from it. It is in fact garbage - well it is the memoir that a low security clearance analyst has started to pen after he quits his job at the CIA. His director invites him for a sit down and basically fires him citing his drinking problem. The analyst is played by the amazing John Malkovich who through out the film displays his uncanny sense of being a frustrated and pissed off individual. He plays that part amazingly well.
His wife is screwing George Clooney's character behind his back. Clooney's character is an ex Marshall who works in Treasury and is paranoid of being followed by operatives who suspect his affairs. Turns out his wife is spying on him having an affair of her own.
So everyone involved in the film is basically an adulterer except Malkovich, who simply views the world as a league of morons. That much is fact. Really.
Everything else that happens in the film is improbable and ludicrous but the cast pulls an amazing performance including Brad Pitt as a semi retarded gym instructor that gets fatally shot by Clooney's character towards the end in a case of mistaken identity.
Frances McDormand adds her Midwestern charm as another bumbling and inadequate woman who is Brad's colleague in a gym. Together they scheme an idea to extort money from Malkovich for returning a draft of his memoir they get their hands on accidentally. They assume the draft to be a top secret document.
The story is tightly woven while being completely silly and in the end the CIA director and his supervisor agree that they learned nothing from what happened and that the whole thing is a mystery.
Sound familiar?
The title suggests something top secret which the movie reveals it is not. Far from it. It is in fact garbage - well it is the memoir that a low security clearance analyst has started to pen after he quits his job at the CIA. His director invites him for a sit down and basically fires him citing his drinking problem. The analyst is played by the amazing John Malkovich who through out the film displays his uncanny sense of being a frustrated and pissed off individual. He plays that part amazingly well.
His wife is screwing George Clooney's character behind his back. Clooney's character is an ex Marshall who works in Treasury and is paranoid of being followed by operatives who suspect his affairs. Turns out his wife is spying on him having an affair of her own.
So everyone involved in the film is basically an adulterer except Malkovich, who simply views the world as a league of morons. That much is fact. Really.
Everything else that happens in the film is improbable and ludicrous but the cast pulls an amazing performance including Brad Pitt as a semi retarded gym instructor that gets fatally shot by Clooney's character towards the end in a case of mistaken identity.
Frances McDormand adds her Midwestern charm as another bumbling and inadequate woman who is Brad's colleague in a gym. Together they scheme an idea to extort money from Malkovich for returning a draft of his memoir they get their hands on accidentally. They assume the draft to be a top secret document.
The story is tightly woven while being completely silly and in the end the CIA director and his supervisor agree that they learned nothing from what happened and that the whole thing is a mystery.
Sound familiar?
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