“I know what you represent,” sneers John Malkovich, playing an ex- CIA operative confronting one of his blackmailing tormentors in the Coen Brothers’ latest, “Burn After Reading” — “you represent the entire idiocy of today!”

The Coens, unlike Malkovich’s aggrieved spook, may not take a hatchet to all the idiots, but their film is equally merciless. After the success of their taut thriller “No Country For Old Men” last year, the Coens — director-producer team Joel and Ethan — again change tack, reverting to broad comedy in “Burn After Reading.” And yet, if “No Country” felt almost biblical in parts — with serial killer Anton Chigurh an avenging angel bent on punishing men for their sins — that’s also true of “Burn,” which feels like a document of the seven deadly sins in today’s den of iniquity, Washington, D.C.

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