Longtime CIA analyst John Malkovich has just been fired because of his drinking problem. To combat his boredom and in hopes of getting a book deal he starts writing his memoirs about his career. When a CD holding his manuscript and financial data ends up in a local gym locker room (thanks to Malkovich's wife's divorce lawyer's secretary) it ends up in the hands of two personal trainers, Brad Pitt and Frances McDormand, who think that they can blackmail Malkovich into paying for it's safe return. Other equally selfish and idiotic characters included in this mess are: gym manager Richard Jenkins who's in love with McDormand despite that fact that she's a moron; Malkovich's wife who's having an affair with the sex-crazed George Clooney and two CIA higher ups who observe the whole thing from CIA headquarters.
Some viewers might be troubled by the lack of plot and likeable characters, but I think that might be the entire point of the film. Even if it wasn't I enjoyed it and would gladly watch it again. Extra bonus points for George Clooney's dildo machine...I think I just came up with a great name for my new punk band!
Recommended.
