Burn After Reading

Yesterday was Mom's Day here in Japan, so I did everything for the entire day... cooking, cleaning, looking after the kids. This was more because The Wife is still down with something that was on its way to becoming pneumonia than it was about "tee-hee, see daddy try to do what mommy usually does!" -- we have a reasonable split on household duties.
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In the evening we went out to see a movie; I think we may have managed this one other time in the last year's span, but the occasions are all too rare. We decided on Burn After Reading, because she likes Clooney and Pitt, and I had heard it was a comedy.

I didn't know it was a Coen Brothers' film until the end credits, but that single fact explains SO MUCH about the movie, in retrospect. I'm a pretty big fan of the Coens, having started with a first-run viewing of Blood Simple back when I was a junior in h.s. Raising Arizona is one of my favorite films. I'm not as hung up on the Big Lebowski as many are, and I've missed the last couple of their films. Can't even name them.

This movie seems about oblique and meandering as Barton Fink. When the end is reached, there's closure, but I'm not sure what the message was. In Barton Fink, it seemed to be about entering a personal hell when one sells out personal artistic goals folar widespread recognition or money. 

The Wife and I spent an hour or so discussing the movie afterward, always a good feeling to have enjoyed a movie and thought enough during it to engender discussion, but we were really unable to come to any solid conclusion. Is it a treatise on the lack of responsibility and misplaced sense of entitlement in American culture? Is it about the danger of following through on someone else's Really Bad Plan? 

I'd like to discuss this with those of you who've seen the movie, so those who care to comment but haven't seen the movie, there will probably be spoilers galore, beware.