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...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!