With their overtly comedic follow-up BURN AFTER READING, the Coen Brothers return–about a ordinal of the way–from the dark, wet recesses of the manlike spirit they traversed in their Oscar-winning NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN. For those unknown with the genre of recent flick psychoanalysis, this puts the biovular filmmakers conservativist in the cruel, misanthropic, and
humourous demesne of their 1990s-era embody of work, somewhere between the humourous evildoing thriller of FARGO and the garbled noir-homage anti-storytelling of THE BIG LEBOWSKI, with 2007’s NO COUNTRY retroactively adding newborn nihilism-tinged dimensions of sharp unbelief to the proceedings. In a more linelike trajectory, BURN AFTER READING more
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