The Post has everything going for it. It has the best actor and actress of the last 40 years in Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks. The best composer of all-time in John Williams. A veteran director of serious subjects and blockbusters in the legendary Steven Spielberg. All coming together around an issue that is more relevant today than it has been at any time since the Pentagon Papers incident. Since the beginning of the current administration the issue of news, fake news, “alternative facts”, and what the media can publish and who can publish it has been front and center nightly. So how, with all this going for it, is The Post is a dull, muddled mess?
The Post is the story of the leak of the Pentagon Papers, and I hope you know something about that going into the film, because if you don’t the script isn’t going to help you one bit. The screenplay is The Post’s biggest downfall. Perhaps the movie was rushed into being too quickly, but the screenplay for The Post is a dense ball of insider baseball dialogue that will leave most people unfamiliar with the events or history completely lost. The scenes it creates as the film crawls from the theft by Daniel Ellsberg of a classified government review into the Vietnam War in 1971, are heavy on dialogue that assumes the viewers know the players both in the Nixon White House and also in the Kennedy and Johnson administrations. If you don’t know who exactly Robert McNamara is going into the film, the film doesn’t do a lot to help you, and this happens over and over again. The first hour doesn’t have a single note of music in it (WHY?) and stripped of that, the deadly dullness of the script makes the film nearly unbearable. I was so happy when The Washington Post finally got its hands on the papers and things started to at least have some kinetic energy, but by then admittedly they had lulled me half-asleep.
The back half of the film is much more interesting, but in depending so heavily on dialogue, when that dialogue isn’t interesting, funny, or character-developing, you’re admiring only things like the historical accuracy of the time period, the nice little scoring Williams does do, and Hanks and Streep trying to make the most of tough roles without great words. Streep has an easier road, and does her usual outstanding job playing Katherine Graham coming into her own as the legendary owner of the Post. Tom Hanks has a much more thankless task.
Hanks has to play Ben Bradlee, probably the most famous newspaperman of the 20th Century, and someone who has already been indelibly captured on film. Jason Robards won an Oscar in 1977 for playing Bradlee in All the President’s Men, and Hanks seems to struggle with Bradlee’s portrayal in-between channeling Robards and going his own way. Without the script to make it his own though, he can only do so much. He’s by no means bad, but if you’ve seen All the President’s Men, it’s a milquetoast comparison to put them side by side.
The comparison to All the President’s Men is unavoidable because it’s the same paper, the same players, the same time period, and Spielberg’s only directorial choice in the film aside from the silent first hour is to make sure this feels like a prequel to that film. He utilizes his unfortunately cutesy ending propensity to HAMMER that home. But aside from that, this film feels like it could’ve been directed by anyone. At 70, Spielberg seems to have lost his voice as a director completely.
The Post should be amazing. It has all the components. But without the connective tissue, the film is only as compelling as the compelling events it depicts. It’s not unwatchable by any means, but it’s not anywhere near the best film of the year people thought it was going to be.
4 thoughts on “Movie Review: The Post (2017) *Spielberg Fumbles a Golden Opportunity*”
OMG…I LOVED IT! Granted I was a journalism major in college and Woodward and Bernstein were gods to me. I do know the history, as well. I found myself leaving the theatre feeling a little silly for loving something that was a bit cheesy and manipulative, but then I turned to my husband and he was smiling ear to ear, as well. It got to us! In the current political environment, I’ve got to have something to cling to! And, btw everyone in the theatre clapped at the end
Sad to see a mere mortal, making films about various random subjects that interest him, instead of a myth with the biggest, most singular vision in film. I think he’s holding up as director a hell of a lot better than you do, though I have yet to see The Post. But even when making Schindler and Ryan, even when exploring modern man’s darkest chapter, I felt like I was watching the guy who made Close Encounters, and ET, all grown up into a thoughtful, mature adult who still held the spirit of Neverland in him, even if he was now much sadder and wiser.
What i’m Trying to say is that he’s lost that now, he’s not a grownup Peter Pan, he wants to pretend he never was Peter Pan.