As best I can tell, Michael Clayton was a box office bomb, yet for some reason everyone and his dog has written a review timed to the DVD release. Slate has one, for example.
I always find it galling when people draw conclusions about real people and real professions based on elements of a vaguely plausibly authentic (the hit men notwithstanding) work of fiction that happens to fit their prejudices.
Posted by Matt Bruce at February 19, 2008 09:57 PM