This film just goes to show that intelligence work might best be described in the terms of humor.
A very dark humor.
Half of U.S. intelligence agencies fall under the purview of the Department of Defense:
-Twenty-Fifth Air Force (25 AF) [Air Force intelligence]
-Intelligence and Security Command (INSCOM) [Army intelligence]
-Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI)
-Marine Corps Intelligence Activity (MCIA)
-Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA)
-National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency (NGA)
-National Reconnaissance Office (NRO)
-National Security Agency (NSA)/Central Security Service (CSS)
Then there are those executive departments which oversee two intel services apiece:
-Department of Homeland Security (Coast Guard Intelligence [CGI] and Office of Intelligence and Analysis [I&A])
-Department of Justice (Intelligence Branch [IB] of the Federal Bureau of Investigations [FBI] and Office of National Security Intelligence of the Drug Enforcement Administration [DEA])
In addition to these 12 agencies, there are four “peacocks”:
-Central Intelligence Agency (CIA [an independent entity])
-Office of Intelligence and Counterintelligence (OICI [of the Department of Energy])
-Bureau of Intelligence and Research (INR [of the Department of State])
and finally George Clooney’s armory in Burn After Reading:
-Office of Terrorism and Financial Intelligence (TFI) [of the Department of Treasury]).
But we must remember that the U.S. Secret Service (USSS) was, until 2003, also part of the Department of Treasury. Clooney’s character Harry Pfarrar speaks of his previous work protecting diplomats as a “PP”. Personal protection? Personnel protection?
Nevertheless, we learn something of which even the other D.C. “natives” in our film seem unaware: that certain Treasury Department employees carry guns.
This, of course, ends up being a big detail in Burn After Reading.
And so the main thing is to understand the CIA analyst played adeptly here by John Malkovich.
The Balkans Desk.
-Joint Base San Antonio, Texas
-Fort Belvoir, Virginia
-Suitland, Maryland? Or Quantico, Virginia?
-Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling, Washington, D.C.
-Fort Belvoir, Virginia
-Chantilly Lace and a Pretty Face, Virginia (oh baby that’s 9/11!)
-and Fort Meade, Maryland
-DHS Nebraska Avenue Complex, Washington, D.C.
-J. Edgar Hoover Building [D.C.]
-Arlington County, Virginia? [DEA]
-James V. Forrestal Building (D.C.) [DoE]
-Foggy Bottom (Harry S. Truman Building) [D.C.]
-1500 [sic] Pennsylvania Avenue (USA)
All of this is to say that Osbourne Cox (Malkovich) is “a damned good analyst”.
But forget the “PP”.
Georege Clooney is a U.S. Marshal. And thus under the Department of Justice umbrella.
All of this makes me sympathize with the witless Linda Litzke (Frances McDormand) and Chad Feldheimer (Brad Pitt).
But the funniest part is the repartee between David Rasche and J.K. Simmons over at Langley.
The implication is that a couple of athletic trainers and an alcoholic former analyst (plus a U.S. Marshal) have spun a web of inexplicable disaster even more boneheaded than the Bay of Pigs invasion.
And so it is priceless to hear these two gentlemen speak in tones of which Leo G. Carroll would no doubt have approved.
“We do nothing.”
When in doubt.
Ah, but Zugzwang?
Nothing is scarier than a know-nothing.
The most terrifying mask.
Princeton pulls the trigger in full-on mental illness.
And with a healthy buzz.
Maybe a bathrobe.
But felt very Harry Nilsson (if not Brian Wilson) sartorially speaking.
But the best thing is the CIA in the plastic surgery/philanthropy business.
Slushing the funds. A little churn.
The absurdity of it all (for the CIA) most accurately can be explained by the Situationism of Guy Debord.
Like snowflakes. Overlaid onto life views courtesy NRO.
NGA. Or even an NGO.
Clap on, clap off, the Clapper. X X