Saw the movie Michael Clayton last night. It’s a cliche to say "they just don’t make ’em like that anymore." But they don’t. Clayton is a wonderfully-written, perfectly paced, impeccably acted legal micro-thriller. Don’t let the "legal" part put you off — The Client, it ain’t. Actually, there’s not a single courtroom scene in the whole flick.
The movie was written and directed by Bourne series scribe Tony Gilroy. Those films, while tight and highly entertaining, don’t have a helluva lot of dialogue. I guess he was feeling a little pent up, ’cause this screenplay positively crackles. Hey Hollywood — how ’bout letting writers direct more often? It might be a way to avoid the big strike. . .
Oh, and Tilda Swinton is a British National Treasure.
Off to Philadelphia!