Actress, 'Michael Clayton'
In “Michael Clayton,” Scottish indie darling Swinton secretes villainy as poisonous as any Bond baddie, albeit villainy of a far different sort. Her jittery, careerist corporate lawyer is first seen drenched with flop sweat in a bathroom stall and later calls upon well-rehearsed bureaucratese to order a murder. Octopussy she’s not. Swinton’s oddly sympathetic perf invites comparison to her early work in “Female Perversions” and carves another notch in her long history of iconoclastic roles.