Michael Clayton (2007)
68KMichael Clayton: Directed by Tony Gilroy. With Tom Wilkinson, Michael O’Keefe, Sydney Pollack, Danielle Skraastad. A law firm brings in its “fixer” to remedy the situation after a lawyer has a breakdown while representing a chemical company that he knows is guilty in a multibillion-dollar class action suit.
“I saw u0026quot;Michael Claytonu0026quot; again today probably for the 20th times. This film has amazed me of the right balance, timing, touch, probability, possibility, and still continues to be a wonderful piece of storytelling at my 20th viewing. The premise is most simple, bordering on a soap opera plot. A gray-area guy wakes up against the corrupt and evil surrounding he used to be all right with. He gets to the bottom of his personal and professional life, and wants to crusade against all the wicked hands that feed him. The central theme here is anguish, which I do not know any worldly and sane person not to have. It is a story of greed, money, betrayal, violence, and self-doubts. A few secrets of this filmu0026#39;s success, as far as performances go, I believe, are the followings: 1) the likable nature of George Clooneyu0026#39;s character 2) the absolutely non-penetrative nature of the character of Tilda Swinton 3) the wonderful madness of the character of Tom Wilkinson 4) the cold-blooded charm of the character of Sydney Pollack. These four main players are with realism and acting internalization. The director Tony Gilroy must have been a great explainer to get all the characters understand inside-out of what they are, arenu0026#39;t, up to, and not up to, otherwise it would have led to shallower performances. I think it is rare to find a film enable us to understand and take a strange compassion towards the so-called u0026quot;bad guysu0026quot; (in this case, including one very bad girl). The reason is that everyone operates in fear and instability. No one is God and no one is Satan by design. u0026quot;Michael Claytonu0026quot; becomes the filmu0026#39;s title because the bucks stop here. You can follow his final departure from the Grand Ball Room to the escalator and into a taxi, whose driver is instructed to u0026quot;just drive for the $50u0026#39;s worthu0026quot;, and you can judge if Michael Clayton of the world can continue to be a shock absorber for them all, being Gods or Satans. My opinion is: it is a worthily meditative ending of a worthy film.”
