Just when you think that Brad Pitt has gotten one-too-many wrinkles, and one-too-many boring serious roles… out comes this fantastic Cohen Brothers movie. Better than No Country for Old Men, I think, which was good but a little to holy to some critics. The story is thrown together kind of sloppily, but it in no way hurts the film itself, instead lending a frenetic, unpredictable pacing.
Acting was great—the aforementioned Brad Pitt was a hammy show-stealer, bringing cuteness and innocence and hilarity to whast could have been an annoyingly idiotic character. John Malkovich was his usual over-enunciating bald self, and Frances McDormand was plucky and pathetic. George Clooney, hardly recongizable underneath that thick mane of beard, pulled out all of the comedic stops, somehow making all that suaveness disappear into a rather average, charismatic sex-demon.
I loved it, and I am giving it an A! No complaints!
