Journos Hate the Taste of Their Own Medicine
Today sees the release of Richard Jewell, Clint Eastwood's biopic of the eponymous Atlanta security guard who was falsely accused of setting off a bomb at the 1996 Olympic Games. And the movie has given our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters a perfect opportunity to remind us who was the real victim in that story: the press!
At a screening Tuesday night, I saw Richard Jewell so you won’t have to, when it opens nationally Friday. Rarely have I seen a film that was so “of the moment” — but in the worst possible way. In the time of a reality-TV president, Eastwood seamlessly blends facts with outright fiction to create a narrative that transcends truth. To get viewers riled up about “fake news," it fabricates a story. Yet, in the end, in making this movie intended to crush any remaining public faith in the news media, Eastwood has unintentionally reminded us of why democracy requires a functioning free press.
Oh no! Bunch then complained about that one time Eastwood talked to an empty chair at the 2012 RNC, at which point I stopped reading. Republicans Bad, we get it.