By Jocelyn Noveck, National Writer
There's a scene in "Truth," James Vanderbilt's crisp, absorbing new film about the doomed 2004 CBS story on then-president George W. Bush and his National Guard service, where execs are doing something utterly mundane. They're looking at a calendar, scheduling a broadcast.
Between sports and fluffy specials, there aren't many dates available for the potentially explosive "60 Minutes II" story. Unless, someone asks, it could be ready to air in just a few days? Producer Mary Mapes (Cate Blanchett, at her jittery, high-octane best), agrees, knowing how tough that'll be, but up to the challenge. And we all shudder, because we know what happened. Maybe, if there had been more time for reporting, things would have been different?
Later, there's a moment when a decision must be made within seconds, literally, about where to make a crucial cut. Again, we watch it happen, and we suck in our breath.
Movies about the craft of journalism – how the sausage gets made – aren't always nail-biters. Credit goes to Vanderbilt (who also penned the script) and his cast -Blanchett, Robert Redford, and Stacy Keach especially – for making a cracklingly entertaining newsroom film about an endlessly thorny story, to say the least.
Not that everyone will find "Truth" perfect, or close. The film is based on one point of view: that of Mapes, who lost her job in the fallout and on whose own book the script is based. CBS does not fare well here. But Vanderbilt seems less interested in finding an ultimate answer – Mapes still maintains the story was accurate – than in the process of how these waters got so muddied. With the exception of Dan Rather, who anchored the fateful story, apologized for it and stepped down soon after, his characters are nearly all flawed. And with the exception of one eleventh-hour speech highly critical of Viacom, CBS's parent company, the film largely avoids temptation to be too preachy.
We meet Mapes at the pinnacle of her career, acclaimed for reports like one on the abuse at Abu Ghraib. One day, a tip lands in her inbox. She assembles a crack research team to probe just how Bush got into the Texas National Guard in the first place – which kept him from Vietnam duty – and then whether he fulfilled the terms of his service.
Mapes' report hinges in part on documents that would have come from an early 1970's typewriter. The morning after the report, pride and congratulations are in the air. It doesn't last. CBS is hit with claims that the memos were faked. Questions are raised about fonts and superscript. Mapes and her crew race to defend their reporting.
As everything spirals out of control, Mapes tries to point out that "the documents were a small part. They weren't the whole story." But nobody wants to hear that.
Two terrific speeches stand out. One is delivered for all it's worth by Blanchett, who tells an investigating panel just how difficult and unlikely it would have been for someone to fake the documents. Another is heartbreaking. It comes just after a key source -Bill Burkett, played with great crustiness by Keach- has been put through the wringer on camera by a CBS team desperate to deflect blame. Burkett's wife (Noni Hazelhurst) laces into the journalists for throwing her husband to the lions. It's a searing moment.
The acting is uniformly excellent. Most interesting is Redford. Without attempting to imitate, he captures Rather's drawl and good-natured derring-do. It's a hugely appealing performance, but whether the role itself is accurately drawn might be another question.
In the end, the film is a fascinating look at investigative broadcast journalism and how it intersected with election-year politics in one relentlessly slippery case. "Questions help reporters get to the truth," Mapes tells her young son. At least in this case, the film seems to be saying, the very definition of "truth" is elusive.
"Truth," a Sony Pictures Classics release, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America "for language and a brief nude photo." Running time: 121 minutes. Three stars out of four.
Rom-Com Mainstay Hugh Grant Shifts To The Dark Side and He’s Never Been Happier
After some difficulties connecting to a Zoom, Hugh Grant eventually opts to just phone instead.
"Sorry about that," he apologizes. "Tech hell." Grant is no lover of technology. Smart phones, for example, he calls the "devil's tinderbox."
"I think they're killing us. I hate them," he says. "I go on long holidays from them, three or four days at at time. Marvelous."
Hell, and our proximity to it, is a not unrelated topic to Grant's new film, "Heretic." In it, two young Mormon missionaries (Chloe East, Sophie Thatcher) come knocking on a door they'll soon regret visiting. They're welcomed in by Mr. Reed (Grant), an initially charming man who tests their faith in theological debate, and then, in much worse things.
After decades in romantic comedies, Grant has spent the last few years playing narcissists, weirdos and murders, often to the greatest acclaim of his career. But in "Heretic," a horror thriller from A24, Grant's turn to the dark side reaches a new extreme. The actor who once charmingly stammered in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" and who danced to the Pointer Sisters in "Love Actually" is now doing heinous things to young people in a basement.
"It was a challenge," Grant says. "I think human beings need challenges. It makes your beer taste better in the evening if you've climbed a mountain. He was just so wonderfully (expletive)-up."
"Heretic," which opens in theaters Friday, is directed by Scott Beck and Bryan Woods, co-writers of "A Quiet Place." In Grant's hands, Mr. Reed is a divinely good baddie — a scholarly creep whose wry monologues pull from a wide range of references, including, fittingly, Radiohead's "Creep."
In an interview, Grant spoke about these and other facets of his character, his journey... Read More