150 Word Review: 'Michael Clayton' (2007)
Baguettes, man
George Clooney is a pro. He knows he’s handsome and vulnerable, but he also knows when to let better actors eat his lunch on screen, which happens multiple times in writer/director Tony Gilroy’s Michael Clayton, a near-flawless corporate thriller about the world’s most handsome washout, a law firm fixer who knows where all the bodies are buried.
Tilda Swinton is an anxiety-riddled snake in a power suit, Sydney Pollack a smooth, gently corrupt lawyer. Tom Wilkinson is phenomenal as a powerhouse litigator having both a mental breakdown and a crisis of conscience; he’s unwell and formidable and, ultimately, tragic. Clooney is naturally world-weary (genetics?) So is the title character (for good reason.)
Gilroy’s movie is populated by powerful men and nobodies. Clayton is a little guy who speaks fluent big shot. There is a pair of highly competent, very disturbing hitmen. People commit murder every day, and so do corporations.





Love this film.
Loved this. Great story, great acting. Also was practically biting my nails until that looooong cab scene was over and I could relax. IFYYK.