From the moment we linger on that typewriter in the opening scene, we know we’re watching a film directed by Stephen Spielberg and starring Tom Hanks. It’s pretty good, even great if you enjoy footage of the newspaper production process in the 70s—hot type, giant spools of paper, the whole Rube Goldberg machine for distributing a fresh pack of lies every day—which I do.
Yes, newspapers are in a sorry state these days, and no, perhaps not exactly for the reasons we’re lead to believe while watching The Post, but while everybody disagrees with everybody else when it comes to the how and why truth has become so imperiled, I don’t think anybody much doubts that it is, in fact, imperiled. Always has been, always will be. The Post is pretty good on the has been.
Looks good, but I think that instead of trepidatious soul-searching the right choice for those fine actors would be barely suppressed schadenfreude. Thanks, Quin.
The reaction in the movie might play better in a film about Harvey Weinstein in which they play themselves.
“What did I know and when did I know it? Answer me!”
“And call me by your name!”
Sharper!
Sharp!