Dir. Oliver Stone; Writ. Stanley Weiser; Star. Josh Brolin, Elizabeth Banks, Richard Dreyfuss, Thandie Newton, Jeffrey Wright, James Cromwell.
A balenced, comedic biopic highlighting our 43rd’s serendipitous blunder to power and his calamitous solecism.
The gist: W. is told in two parts, Bush’s rise and Bush’s first term. The two narratives are intertwined, bouncing between the two. It focuses on him becoming a viable candidate in his father’s shadow, and his struggles and follies in starting the war on Iraq.
Before you rip your kitchy, liberal t-shirt off your back and fashion a diaper to hurl your night soil at the screen, remember W. is just a movie. And, the megalomaniac’s reign is ending forthrightly. Bush may be treated more compassionately then he deserves and you want, but that’s the way it is, folks.
That being said, W. does seem a little impotent and ill-timed. Bush’s term is expiring so W. can’t exactly browbeat the fellow. Besides, the film is too facetious to be taken seriously. At the same time, though, it’s not funny enough to be a great satire.
I was pretty surprised by the amount of pulled punches. The trailers, especially as they’re laced with the Talking Heads, lead me to believe W. was going to be an outright parody.
Iraq is the center of W.’s discussion of policy so the 2000 election scandal is omitted. It makes sense, but feels a little weird.
W. should be seen. It’s funny and acting is spectacular. (It easily could have been a lot funnier, but that doesn’t take away from the gags in the movie)
Brolin is spot-on and hilarious, likewise for Dreyfuss as Cheney, Newton as Rice, and Wright as Powell.
This is best reason to see W. The caricatures of the members of our current administration are too good.