One normally doesnt take much pleasure in self-serious Hollywood liberal handwringers but theres no denying that Michael Clayton is pretty solid entertainment. Not for anything it does on purpose, mind you, but mostly for the spectacle of grown men in suits spouting gloriously inane dialogue while doing their strenuous best to look dramatic.
George Clooney plays the title character, a "fixer who mops up the bad deeds of Americas rich and powerful. He has the obligatory crisis of conscience when hes confronted with bipolar attorney Arthur Edens (Tom Wilkinson), who despite his instability is onto the malfeasance of a cancer-dealing multinational hes been representing. When Clayton fails to silence Edens, ice queen executive Karen Crowder moves to terminate the whistleblower with extreme prejudice. This prompts the fixer to examine his own wasted life of misdeeds and turn against his corrupt masters.
Though Paul Gilroys directorial debut seems to fancy itself a political tract, the statement (poisoning people is bad) wont exactly send shockwaves through the capitalist firmament. But really, this is all about the appearance of politics, represented by a bunch of actors playing at being serious and getting a big charge out of the pomposity of it all. The participants seem so into it that their enthusiasm is touching you dont buy any of it for a second but their devotion to make-believe transforms the grim good intentions into intoxicating silliness.
What could have been a boring message movie turns out to be more fun than most movies that aim for entertainment; its dubious as art but wonderful as camp. Its worth it alone for Wilkinsons deranged dialogue, including his declarations that he is Shiva, the god of death. (Warner)