The spouse and I watched Michael Clayton tonight. Not a perfect movie, but an elegant movie, and ultimately, a satisfying movie.
There were moments, though, when we were both helpless with laughter, not because the story was funny, but because we've lived some of those scenes, with people just like the ones depicted. For me, in particular, there was a certain deja vu after doing two years of litigation support for toxic exposure cases.
Go listen to some music: "Fixing a Hole" from the album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles.