I went to see this movie at the cinema with two male friends. After taking some serious questioning as to whether I {the lone female} merely wanted to see it because George Clooney was in it, they capitulated. The three of us then spent the next couple of hours doubled up at this inventively funny movie. Ewan MacGregor plays the journalist out to prove himself to perfection, and is matched by George Clooney's secretive, mildly paranoid, overly confident former psi-spy. Kevin Spacey is wonderfully loathesome as the creep he was in training with, and Jeff Bridges may well have been born to play the Hippy commander whose military training program involves dancing, finding one's centre, and learning to run through walls. With varied levels of success.
Neatly switching between Clooney's current mission in 90s Iraq, and his younger days as a trainee in the psychic arts (with a Beatles haircut), the film has a streak of dark humour running through it which is little short of sublime. Perhaps not to everybody's taste, but honestly - what is?