What a weird movie.

First of all, I love Brad Pitt, George Clooney, John Malcovich, Tilda Swinton and Frances McDormand (loved her in Almost Famous). But this movie was warped. 

John Malcovich's language was atrocious and he was constantly yelling—constantly.

Tilda's character was so anal and spiteful for no reason whatsoever. And her choice in men was so weird. What on earth would she be doing with the likes of George Clooney.

Brad Pitt and Frances McDormand were absolutely perfect together. With his idiocracy and her paranoia, they were a match made in heaven.

But all that aside, the thing that bothered me most about the movie were two really bloody gory scenes in which the audience felt compelled to laugh at. I couldn't believe it! One guy got his head blow off and his brains splattered all over the closet wall and the audience laughed and laughed. The 2nd scene was where John Malcovich beats this poor guy to death with a crow bar (after shooting him in the shoulder) and blood spurts everywhere while the audience again laughed. I was shocked. It was just the way that they were being killed that was funny, not the actual death part. But there's something about that that's disturbing. 

If a director can get you to laugh as someone's skull is being split in two with a crow bar, there's something horribly wrong with the movie.