Burn After Reading.

As i seem to need to impress upon you readers a lot is that you don't exist. No one reads this blog because a grand total of four people know it exists, and i don't make my friends read drivel. The advantage to you not existing is that i can say whatever i want, though presumably if anyone ever did read this blog i suppose they could go back and hear about their prior non-existence and crucify me retro-actively for saying that I didn't like "no country for old Men." Ha, I'll bet you didn't see a point at all in that opening ramble of a paragraph, but i fooled you. Now please don't hurt me.

I gave up trying to defend my position on the aforementioned film when i realized that people were willing to defend this thing with tar and feathers. Hell, they would defend anything the Coen brothers so much as breathed on under the reasoning that they breathed on it for a reason and the main character dying doesn't make it a bad movie. Well fuck that. If the main character dies, you are not allowed to carry on the movie, there's nothing to focus on anymore. Its like a talk show without a host. Sure they might have interesting guests, but they just go up too sit on the seats and try and position themselves to look good unaided. This either ends up really boring or really violent depending on the mood of the paternity testers that day. Ha ha.

I would go on about Maury but something seems to be telling me i should be reviewing a movie. Oh that's right, "Burn after Reading". I liked it. The characters were all entertaining and had there own variety of crazy each, which i think is the Coen brothers prerogative. It took me a minute to forgive them for killing Brad Pitt.(oops sorry, spoiler warning) but they had previously divided the action among all the characters that though he was the most awesome of the characters, he didn't have to be the main one, and therefore you could still endure an ending. The meaning of the film was pretty much Ambiguity wrapped in pretentiousness and tied with modern art. Though the film was well made enough that it bring you into this culture rather than force feeds you something that it knows is out of your league and is just wondering how much more of it you'll stomach just so you can argue with your friends that "you know art." 

I won't tell you the rest of the story, just know that the movie is worth seeing and if you've ever worked in a bureaucracy before than you'll enjoy the FBI in the utmost. Not that non-existent movies see movies anyway, especially because of a review written by some snot-nosed teenager 5 days after its realeased in theatres.