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Movie Review: The Post (2017) *Spielberg Fumbles a Golden Opportunity*

Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks in The Post
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?

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The Post Trailer #1 (2017) “If The Government Wins, The Washington Post Will Cease to Exist.”

Before The Washington Post and Watergate brought the Nixon administration down, they faced an issue just as daunting when, in 1971, they found themselves in possession of thousands of classified documents on the Vietnam War.  If the name Ben Bradlee sounds familiar to you, its because Jason Robards won an Oscar for playing the Post’s editor in the classic All the President’s Men.  Stepping into his shoes would be daunting, but if you’re going to have an actor do it, you want Tom Hanks.  He’ll be teaming with director Steven Spielberg for the fifth time, and while I’ve had my issues with Spielberg in the last 15 years, none of his collaborations with Hanks have ever been less than stellar.  If that weren’t enough, Meryl Streep will be playing the Post’s owner Katharine Graham.  In a time where the media has never been more important as the nation’s Fourth Estate, this film and the issues it will examine feel worthy of bringing together arguably the greatest actor, actress, and director of our age.  The Post will open December 22, 2017.  For the official synopsis, read below. Continue reading The Post Trailer #1 (2017) “If The Government Wins, The Washington Post Will Cease to Exist.”

Khaled Hosseini’s Third Book Out Today (Advance Review)

Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini And the Mountains Echoed, Khaled Hosseini

 There aren’t too many legitimate literary superstars left.  Dan Brown, by the way, is NOT a literary superstar.  I’ll sometimes read a Dan Brown book for the same reason I watch Plan 9 From Outer Space.  It’s hysterically bad.  It’s so bad it’s compelling.  And I won’t knock that.  It’s kind of it’s own genre.  But it’s not literture.

This month is a wealth of riches for me as my two of my favorite active authors: Neil Gaiman (next week) and Khaled Hosseini release new novels for the first time in years.  Most are familiar with Hosseini (if not by name) than through his debut novel, The Kite Runner, and it’s movie adaptation.  The movie was fine, but it can’t hold a candle to Hosseini’s beautiful prose in the midst of stark brutality; something he continued in his equally masterful second book: A Thousand Splendid Suns.  If you like to read, I cannot recommend an author more highly.  Period.  My copy just downloaded to my Kindle, so I’m including this morning’s advance review from The Washington Post by Marcela Valdes.  I’ll try to get my own up when I finish it.  I’m ripping through The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson now, but this is next. 

Washington Post Book Review by Marcela Valdes

Nuance is rare on the bestseller list. In most cases, ambiguity is stripped away to appeal to the greatest number and lowest common denominator. So it always renews my faith when a popular novelist shows a decided preference for moral complexity. It suggests that readers crave more than simplistic escape. Or perhaps it just means that some writers, like Khaled Hosseini, know how to whisk rough moral fiber into something exquisite.

Hosseini’s first two novels, “The Kite Runner” (2003) and “A Thousand Splendid Suns” (2007), spent a combined total of 171 weeks on the bestseller list. He knows how to please a crowd. In his case, the secret ingredient might be intense emotion. I’m not an easy touch when it comes to novels, but Hosseini’s new book, “And the Mountains Echoed,” had tears dropping from my eyes by Page 45.

The killer scene is set in Kabul in 1952, in a home so heavy with fruit trees and privilege that when 10-year-old Abdullah crosses its threshold, he feels as if he has entered a palace. Abdullah is the son of a broke day laborer; his mother died giving birth to his sister, Pari. The previous winter, the cold seeped into his family’s shack and froze his 2-week-old stepbrother to death. Now his father has walked Abdullah and Pari across miles of desert, from their tiny village to the great city of Kabul, in hopes that one brutal act — a bargain with two rich devils — will save their family from the next ruthless winter. Later, Abdullah will think back on that terrible afternoon and remember a line from one of his father’s bedtime stories: “A finger had to be cut, to save the hand.”

Fingers are sliced off in almost every chapter of Hosseini’s novel. Again and again, his characters face a test of love: Will they sacrifice their dearest for a better life, or will they remain loyal at the cost of their own happiness? In every case, someone’s getting damaged. “When you have lived as long as I have,” one character says, “you find that cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same color.”

Like Jennifer Egan’s “A Visit From the Goon Squad,” Hosseini’s novel is built as a series of tales, each told in a different style from a different point of view. Chapter 3, for example, takes place in 1949, when Abdullah’s plain stepmother falls in love with the same man as does her gorgeous twin sister. Chapter 7 happens in 2009, when the son of a former mujahideen realizes that his father’s mansion is his mother’s prison.

In less skillful hands, this structure might seem more like a compilation of short stories than a novel. But Hosseini carefully divvies up details about the circumstances preceding and following Abdullah and Pari’s fateful afternoon, giving the book a satisfying sense of momentum and consequence.

One of my favorite chapters revolves around a doctor who, like Hosseini, is born in Afghanistan and educated in California. In 2003, the doctor visits Kabul with his cousin, a sexy used-car salesman. Soon after he arrives, he sees a young girl who was mutilated by a relative during a land dispute. Uneasy with his cousin and uncomfortable in war-ravaged Kabul (his money makes him the target of beggars), the doctor begins visiting the girl in the hospital. Soon, she’s calling him “Uncle” and he’s promising to bring her to America. The day before he leaves Kabul, he tells her nurse, “The operation she needs? I want to make it happen.”

Then Hosseini twists the screw. On the first day home, he’s disgusted by his profligacy: “For the price of that home theater we could have built a school in Afghanistan.” But the doctor’s humanitarian infatuation wears off. A month later, he’s snug in his wealth again: “Everything he owns he has earned. . . . Why should he feel badly?” By the end of the chapter, not only has Hosseini complicated our ideas about generosity, he’s also poured acid over the doctor’s cozy justifications and revealed the fierce intelligence inside the wounded girl.

It’s those kinds of twists that made me lie to friends and family to spend more time devouring Hosseini’s book. Over and over again, he takes complicated characters and roasts them slowly, forcing us to revise our judgments about them and to recognize the good in the bad and vice versa.

Take, for example, the glamorous Afghan named Nila Wahdati. In Chapter 2, she’s one of the greedy devils who break Abdullah’s happiness. In Chapter 4, we learn she’s also a tragic, avant-garde poet and a devoted mother. In Chapter 6, she appears as an aging, alcoholic narcissist. Is Nila a good person? She’s a real woman, made of anger, hope, vanity, tenderness, ambition and sorrow. You can love her and hate her at the same time.

It’s hard to do justice to a novel this rich in a short review. There are a dozen things I still want to say — about the rhyming pairs of characters, the echoing situations, the varied takes on honesty, loneliness, beauty and poverty, the transformation of emotions into physical ailments. Instead, I’ll just add this: Send Hosseini up the bestseller list again.