The Cohen brothers' films are like watching 100 minutes of concentrated Guardian articles. Not the good ones, where they do actual journalism, but the old shite where some ponce babbles on for five hundred words about how a new brand of ethical wristwatch offers the wearer a connection with Inuit tribes or some bollocks.
As in any outwardly good intentions are lost in the fog of self-satisfaction and lofty smugness.
So, yeah, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch Zombie Tit-Robots 2 or whatever bollocks we sit through.
Found our level. Shut up.