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“Michael Clayton” (2007) is another morally ambiguous George Clooney vehicle. It’s also a pretty darn good corporate espionage movie. The characters are complex and interesting. The plot has stimulating twists and turns without being indecipherable. It also uses the plot device where you see a pivotal moment in the film and then go back in time to see the various events leading up to that moment. I enjoy that every once in a while. But most importantly, Danny Noonan from “Caddyshack” plays an a-hole lawyer. Who’da thunk it? I though he disappeared after “The Slugger’s Wife.” It’s a Cinderella story.

A movie about a guy writing a movie about a book. About orchids. Seriously? Yet “Adaptation” (2002) works. It doesn’t hurt that there’s a Maggie Gyllenhaal sighting. And a Catherine Keener sighting. Meryl Streep and Chris Cooper as stars don’t hurt, either. But mainly it’s the intricately interwoven plot that’s part book, part writing a movie about the book, and part crazy, made-up shit. I’m loathe to make the comparison, but it’s like an orchid. Delicate, high maintenance, occasionally satisfying. (I love gardening and houseplants. I’ve had a couple orchids. What pains in the ass. But… oh, hello, Nicholas Cage.)