I just viewed Michael Clayton, which I enjoyed very much. There were three actors nominated for Oscars in it. Tilda Swinton (supporting), for the big corporation's chief counsel. Tom Wilkinson (supporting), the batshit attorney. And finally George Clooney, the protagonist And of the three of them, Swinton won. I'm not sure why. I mean Clooney was Clooney so that's not hard to figure out. But Swinton was on the screen for not a very long time and didn't blow me away.
What I did enjoy was the feel of the movie and the pace. And the credits. Now mostly the credits are where I jump up and eject the Netflix disc, or try and get busy with the girl I've been plotting to make out with since the beginning of the movie. But in this case, the credits end with him (Clooney) taking a cab ride through midtown during the day. There is something cool about watching him just sitting there, the camera focused on a guy in the backseat that seemed to be a good place for the movie to end.
You know how at the end of the roller coaster there's that long stretch where the air brakes come on and you get to yell at each other "Awesome!" or "Let's go again!" or "Mrs. Hansen, Tommy got stung by a bee and dropped his Epi-pen on that last loop." I think that part of the ride is like the credits in a powerful movie. They allow you to sit there and take it in, before getting up and getting back to reality. And I liked the way the director here chose to do it. Well played.
3 comments:
Tilda Swinton gives me nightmares.
Didya a watch until the very end, when he finally smiles? Cool stuff.
Yeah....that's the part I loved. I found myself entranced by the whole cab scene. Loved it.
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