Burn After Reading is a comedy that makes fun of almost everything, reminding you that almost none of it is laughing matter.

Although there are a couple of vaguely amusing moments, it fails as a comedy because it just isn't funny, and it fails as a thriller because it just isn't suspenseful and it fails as entertainment of any kind because it is all so ludicrously improbable.

It's morbidly absurdist, thoroughly pointless, and can certainly be funny at times.

In setting up a spy thriller that, given the idiocy of its characters, just-so-happens to proceed like a comedy, the Coens’ best humorist qualities emerge after years of slumber, now well-rested and ready to play.