Michael Clayton [Movie Review]

Synopsis: Y! Movies, IMDB
My Rating: B

To summarize: This movie features your standard evil-corporation-abusing-poor-people plot line. If you're a trustafarian that finds quotes on the back of a Starbuck's cup meaningful - you might find this movie harboring a deep and profound statement on society. So, please, go see the movie so you have something else to complain about for no good reason. For the rest of us, the movie is... dare I say it... a bit passe'? What I wouldn't give for a movie about people who abuse the system to get multi-million dollar payouts, and corporations who, really are, just in for the money. Nothing personal, it's just business.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a terrible movie. In fact, strong performances by Tilda Swinton and even George Clooney carried the otherwise limp plotline along. In fact, I found myself just waiting with baited breath for the next scene with Tilda's character (Karen Crowder) rehearsing her speeches... Perhaps those little moments hit a little too close to home. What with conservative corporate woman attire, a neurotic professional, and a bit of that sink or swim. . . ..

One of the most distracting aspects of the movie; however, was Clooney's guy-liner. Like, WTF? I found myself ignoring anything his character was doing because I was obsessing over what kind of crack the make up artist was smoking to do such a terrible job. Is Michael Clayton secretly Emo? Like, in his Benz, does he rock out to Fall Out Boy? Is that why his restaurant failed? Way too much MCR blasting? Anyway... .