Michael Clayton, Duplicity, and what makes Tony Gilroy's movies so impossible to resist.

Arts, entertainment, and more.
April 17 2009 7:05 AM

Devilishly Good

What makes Tony Gilroy's movies so impossible to resist?

Tony Gilroy. Click image to expand.
Tony Gilroy

Tough gig, sometimes, writing profiles for The New Yorker. The awful pressure to be definitive, the prison of the house style, the maddened pedants in the fact-checking department. ... You can do your damnedest, you can be Hazlitt on speed, but your 7,000 or 8,000 words, by the time everyone's through with them, will seem to have taken on the character of some elaborately redundant civic function—like a dedication ceremony, in full pomp, for a statue that was stolen the previous night.

Such, at least, must be the excuses for D.T. Max's recent profile of writer-director Tony Gilroy. Or is it simply that Max has no affection for Gilroy's movies? His piece trundles us steadily through the Gilroy oeuvre, from Dolores Claiborne(Gilroy's adaptation of a Stephen King novel) and The Devil's Advocate (which he rewrote) to the Bourne trilogy (which he scripted), and then to Michael Clayton and this year's Duplicity (both of which he wrote and directed). Gilroy's knack for plotting—perhaps the least of his gifts—is discussed at length, and he is allowed to talk some rather tedious Hollywood shop, bitching about directors and so on. His great themes, however, and his great scenes, go unremarked: George Clooney as Michael Clayton, at the end of his rope, receiving some silent and inexplicable dispensation from three horses on a pre-dawn hillside in Westchester, N.Y.; Al Pacino as Satan in The Devil's Advocate, riding the New York subway, informing a man who has just pulled a knife on him that the man's wife is at home, splayed merrily across their green bedspread and enjoying a crack orgy with his best friend ("You ain't right, man," says the rattled aggressor, backing off. "Oh, I'm right!" Pacino promises him.); Matt Damon as Jason Bourne, prodded from sleep on a Zurich park bench by two officious policemen, dismantling them with such immediacy that the film, for a second or two, appears to be going backward. (Or maybe we should give that scene to the director. In which case: Here's to you, Doug Liman!)


Gilroy's characters do a lot of their talking and thinking on the precipice of damnation, but you couldn't quite call him a moralist. Clint Eastwood is a moralist—in a Clint Eastwood movie, if there's the remotest danger that you might be missing the point, somebody will explain it to you in a rustically worded voice-over. The voice-over that inaugurates Michael Clayton, by contrast, is a visionary rant, delivered by Tom Wilkinson in the character of disintegrating lawyer Arthur Edens. "I'm begging you, Michael, try and make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. ..." It's a bravura piece of monologue, a rolling psychotic break, terribly sincere but scarcely to be relied upon. Very few things, in the end, are to be relied upon in Gilroy's films. Heis subtle, equivocal, and fascinated by corruption; what he might be, actually, is a lightly camouflaged mid-20th-century Catholic novelist. Michael Clayton is one of Graham Greene's burnt-out cases: the fixer, the mop-up man in hock to his own conscience, driving from place to place with his jaw working and his mouth turned down as if masticating some great sour wad of experience. Murderess Dolores Claiborne, after Gilroy gets done with her, seems more native to the pages of François Mauriac than those of Stephen King; thick-fleshed, dense with secrets, some kind of avenger, carrying the cold Maine coastline inside her as Mauriac's Therèse Desqueyroux carries the heat waves of Argelouse, France. As for The Devil's Advocate, it's The Firm dunked in a cauldron of folk Catholicism; look out, there's Pacino/Satan at the back of the church, making the holy water boil!

And then there's Jason Bourne. Gilroy snatched Bourne out of the books of Robert Ludlum, the sort of books that the big, red-faced guy in the plane seat next to yours is always frowning over, and sent him on a theological thrill ride. His Bourne begins where we all begin, in the absurd condition of man—no idea how he got here, no idea where he's going, but fatally impinged upon by a species of cosmic guilt. Like Shield Sheafson in Beowulf, he is an oceanic foundling: Out of the water he comes at the beginning of the cycle (the Mediterranean, whence his unconscious, amnesiac body is plucked by some passing fishermen), and back into the water he goes at its end, committing himself to the East River with a gorgeous multistory swan dive.



The Democrats’ War at Home

How can the president’s party defend itself from the president’s foreign policy blunders?

An Iranian Woman Was Sentenced to Death for Killing Her Alleged Rapist. Can Activists Save Her?

Piper Kerman on Why She Dressed Like a Hitchcock Heroine for Her Prison Sentencing

Windows 8 Was So Bad That Microsoft Will Skip Straight to Windows 10

Homeland Is Good Again! For Now.


Cringing. Ducking. Mumbling.

How GOP candidates react whenever someone brings up reproductive rights or gay marriage.


How Even an Old Hipster Can Age Gracefully

On their new albums, Leonard Cohen, Robert Plant, and Loudon Wainwright III show three ways.

The U.S. Has a New Problem in Syria: The Moderate Rebels Feel Like We’ve Betrayed Them

We Need to Talk: A Terrible Name for a Good Sports Show by and About Women

Trending News Channel
Oct. 1 2014 1:25 PM Japanese Cheerleader Robots Balance and Roll Around on Balls
  News & Politics
The World
Oct. 1 2014 12:20 PM Don’t Expect Hong Kong’s Protests to Spread to the Mainland
Oct. 1 2014 2:16 PM Wall Street Tackles Chat Services, Shies Away From Diversity Issues 
The Eye
Oct. 1 2014 1:04 PM An Architectural Crusade Against the Tyranny of Straight Lines
  Double X
The XX Factor
Sept. 30 2014 12:34 PM Parents, Get Your Teenage Daughters the IUD
  Slate Plus
Political Gabfest
Oct. 1 2014 1:53 PM Slate Superfest East How to get your tickets before anyone else.
Brow Beat
Oct. 1 2014 3:02 PM The Best Show of the Summer Is Getting a Second Season
Future Tense
Oct. 1 2014 3:01 PM Netizen Report: Hong Kong Protests Trigger Surveillance and Social Media Censorship
  Health & Science
Oct. 1 2014 2:36 PM Climate Science Is Settled Enough The Wall Street Journal’s fresh face of climate inaction.
Sports Nut
Sept. 30 2014 5:54 PM Goodbye, Tough Guy It’s time for Michigan to fire its toughness-obsessed coach, Brady Hoke.