Tonally much closer to the dark chuckles of The Lady Killers than the truly whacked-out Coen comedy of Raising Arizona and O Brother, Where Art Thou?, with a dash of Fargo‘s “Whatcha gonna do?” nonchalance about human malfeasance … if it had been Norm who wound up in the wood chipper. And, while it may just be me, I think that the Coens are talking directly through J.K. Simmons’s unflappable CIA director at the end, essentially telling us that they have no idea what they’ve just made. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)