How depressing it is to see Frances McDormand, whose unaffected folksiness only partially masked her incisive smarts in “Fargo,” play such a grating, superficial halfwit in Ethan and Joel Coen’s latest black comedy, “Burn After Reading.”
McDormand is Linda Litzke, a middle-aged administrator at the Hardbodies gym who idles away her days dreaming of the cosmetic surgery that will reinvigorate her love life.
Linda is a loser, too — for someone whose grasp on reality is tenuous at best, it’s one of the few concepts she seems to understand — but that hardly distinguishes her from any of the self-obsessed dopes who inhabit the oddly disconnected universe of “Burn After Reading.”
This is a movie filled with gross caricatures incapable of hearing one another over the noise of their own empty-headed chatter.
Usually for better and rarely for worse, the Coen brothers have been down this road before. Their most inspired comedies — “The Big Lebowski” and “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” — follow the misadventures of good-natured layabouts thrust into situations they can barely comprehend, much less handle.
Here, the brothers weave an elaborate, misanthropic web of desperation and betrayal around a group of characters so jaded they take no real pleasure from their artless deceptions and sordid affairs.
“Burn After Reading” has been marketed as a screwball comedy, thanks in no small part to Brad Pitt’s exaggerated posturing as Chad, a goofball fitness instructor who thinks he has stumbled onto classified government secrets. (He hasn’t.)
It’s a performance long on enthusiasm but short on laughs. Pitt throws himself into the role admirably, but it’s a waste of energy.
Yet Chad is at least genial. The same cannot be said of Osborne Cox (John Malkovich), a hard-drinking, Princeton-educated analyst unceremoniously dumped by the CIA, or his cold-blooded wife (Tilda Swinton).
Trapped in a loveless marriage and humiliated by his wife’s infidelities, Osborne seems a sympathetic figure until he opens his mouth.
Slightly less repugnant is George Clooney’s sex-addicted U.S. marshal, Harry Pfarrer, whose rugged good looks make women swoon even when his incessant, self-absorbed babble grows stale.
The Coens wrote “Burn After Reading” around the same time they authored their Oscar-winning screenplay for “No Country for Old Men,” and if “No Country” was a bleak meditation on the hard realities of living and dying in a merciless world, “Burn” comes across as a tone-deaf parody that leaves you cold.
All the ingredients are there — the graphic (and, in this case, strangely incongruous) bursts of violence, the rapidly rising body count, even the ominous score by Carter Burwell.
But while “No Country” had some respect for its characters — and so, then, did we — “Burn After Reading” holds its own up to ridicule and disposes of them with a shrug of indifference.
Burn After Reading
One and a half stars
Starring: George Clooney, Frances McDormand, Brad Pitt, John Malkovich, Tilda Swinton
Written and directed by: Ethan and Joel Coen
Running time: 1 hour 36 minutes