Michael Clayton, though, I liked. Quite a lot, actually; way more than I thought I would. I liked especially how, post-Erin Brockovich, it didn't really even pretend to be "about" the ethical issues raised in the lawsuit, that at its base, it was really just saying, mostly through the Clayton character, "this is what it feels like to be an adult. You've got a lot of shit hanging over your head, every day, and the moment you make a choice in one direction or another, whether it's the 'right' choice or not, it will inevitably affect about sixteen other things going on in your life, mostly in ways that your family and friends won't understand or probably like." It feels right. Wilkinson I love and it was certainly the flashy role, but I'm glad Tilda Swinton won the Oscar. People often talk about an actor's lack of vanity, but I think the notion couldn't be truer of her performance here (much more so than something broadly creepy/gross like Charlize Theron in Monster). Between her sweaty pit stains in that early scene in the bathroom and the almost imperceptibly slight roll of pudge bulging out over the line of her pantyhose when she's getting dressed for the day, this is the true face of evil in the drag of incredible banality.
All I want to listen to right now is Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago. I think I listened to it four or five times in a row on Monday. I can't even rave about it properly; it's so good that all I can really do is state its goodness like fact. It is a very good album. Listen to it now before it gets co-opted by soundtrack supervisors who will borrow its magic for dubious marketing aims.
Did everybody catch Bill Hader's incredible DDL/Daniel Plainview impression this weekend in SNL's inevitable Food Network spoof [link updated] "I Drink Your Milkshake"? The conceit is obvious, and I'm pretty much over the catchphrase-aliciousness of the whole thing at this point, but the way he yelps "I'veabandonedmychild! I'veabandonedmyboy!" (at minute