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"J. Edgar"

By November 8, 2011No Comments

10229449-largeHonest to God, some­times I really DO wish that Clint Eastwood would dir­ect a film that I just HATED from stem to stern, and could sum­mar­ily snark­liy dis­miss in a review, just for the nov­elty of being able to avoid implic­a­tions of bad faith from the likes of Independent Mind Jeffrey Wells, who at least is kind enough to make me part of an “élite.” It might also be nice to not be glee­fully char­ac­ter­ized as being “back in the tank for General Clint,” as see below. Things are, in fact, even worse than com­menter Lazurus knows; not only am I really very genu­inely fond of Eastwood’s new film, the decidedly imper­fect but I think on the whole very unusu­al and mov­ing J. Edgar (which I do indeed review at MSN Movies), but I am also very chuffed and touched by the fact that Eastwood con­trib­uted a very gen­er­ous and well-considered blurb to the back cov­er of my late friend Lee Lipsenthal’s new book Enjoy Every Sandwich, prais­ing its “cour­age and candor,” not to men­tion its “prac­tic­al­ity and humor.” So there. Thus, in the game of “how implic­ated am I?” it does­n’t look so great for me. Read my review, see the movie, read Lee’s book (do this in any order you like!) and get back to me. And if you’re in the mood for a par­tic­u­larly vivid pan, check out the J. Edgar review by my esteemed col­league James Rocchi, which I dis­agree with in almost every par­tic­u­lar, but which is, as a fel­low crit­ic noted, a pretty zesty piece of work. 

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  • Chris O. says:

    I guess we’ll see all “in the tank” talk for HUGO, too? Those two dir­ect­ors yield it the most, it seems. Might as well get it all over with with­in a couple of weeks from each other.
    Good review, Glenn. I’m anxious to see it.

  • lazarus says:

    Well the good news is that I don’t have a prob­lem with Scorsese auteurists!
    Glenn, I wish you would have taken my friendly jab (and not-exactly-subtle ref­er­ence to Wells’ post from last year re: Invictus or whatever yawn-inducing film Clint released that induced the accus­a­tion) as some­thing less than a cred­ib­il­ity challenge.
    Don’t feel too bad. The cur­rent Cahiers du Cinema gang put Gran Torino down as the 4th best film of 2009.

  • Glenn Kenny says:

    I’m just messin’ with ya, Laz.The blurb really DID catch me off-guard though, and made me wanna kiss the Ol’ General. I know, aiiieee.

  • WG says:

    I too gen­er­ally liked the film – my review runs tomor­row – and I too feel pree­mpt­ively per­se­cuted for dar­ing to not-hate it. Radical pos­i­tions! Hidden agen­das! Maybe, deep down, the WWW is really just like the FBI…

  • Scott says:

    Nice review. I really did­n’t care for Clint Eastwood’s last two movies, so I was think­ing of just giv­ing this a pass, but Mr. Kenny has per­suaded me to check it out! (I’ll also make a note of that book, which sounds good.) As for Eastwood dir­ect­ing a film that even his most fer­vent par­tis­ans will hate, his next pro­ject is reportedly a remake of “A Star is Born” star­ring Beyonce! I mean, if that does­n’t do it…
    And being accused of bad faith by Jeffrey Wells isn’t that bad. At least you don’t have Jonathan Lethem com­ing after you! This is veer­ing off-topic, but for those who haven’t read it, Lethem’s dis­gruntled essay about a mixed review he received by James Wood, kindly reprin­ted by the L.A. Review of Books, is a very inter­est­ing read:
    http://lareviewofbooks.org/post/12467824780/my-disappointment-critic

  • I rather appre­ci­ate that your good review has all the mater­i­al for a bad review of, well, just about any Eastwood movie—I don’t think you’re in the tank, just unbothered by exactly the things that make my skin crawl. “Stiffly sol­emn all the way down to its desat­ur­ated col­or palette…, too much of the time the dia­logue is a little bit on the but­ton.” It’s all that respect­able, white-elephant, reach­ing for author­ity that bugs me, and I’m always a little sur­prised to see such a fan of the dis­rep­ut­able okay with the blatant respectable-liberal-Oscar-bait that infests Eastwood’s movies, but it’s hardly a crime, just a remind­er that we all con­tain multitudes.

  • AeC says:

    Rocchi lost me the instant he referred to a two-and-a-quarter-hour run­ning run­ning time as “leviath­an.”

  • Brian Dauth says:

    In the con­text of recent dis­cus­sions, Jeffrey Wells’ remarks help to fur­ther define the widen­ing gulf between the “go-with-my-gut” type of crit­ic­al approach versus one that uses con­sidered thought, expert­ise, and deep famili­ar­ity with an artist’s work to arrive at a con­sidered, nuanced opin­ion. The élite ignores its gut, instead rely­ing on its high­er func­tions to form crit­ic­al opin­ion (such a gay way to be a crit­ic. A man goes with his gut). Telling is Wells’ ver­dict that “… J. Edgar is a mod­er­ately bor­ing film, at times in an almost pun­ish­ing way. Mostly because it’s a pro­found drag to spend time with such a sad, clenched and closeted tight-ass.” I won­der if Wells would also object to “Macbeth” since regi­cides aren’t known for being all that fun (Benjy Compson is prob­ably also on his must-to-avoid list, since who could learn any­thing from an idiot).
    Rocchi’s review is just as mys­ti­fy­ing with its plaint that “… J. Edgar func­tions as a Wikipedia page dipped in makeup, an assemblage of half-truths, gos­sip, innu­endo and the occa­sion­al his­tor­ic­al fact, all drenched in latex and drained of col­or.” But if the post­mod­ern turn has taught us noth­ing else, it has high­lighted the fact that his­tory is gos­sip and innu­endo writ large. He frets that “Eastwood’s film and Dustin Lance Black’s screen­play shove all these big (and cur­rently rel­ev­ant) ques­tions aside for fluff. Their major con­cern: was Hoover really a closeted homo­sexu­al and occa­sion­al cross-dresser?” I must respect­fully dis­agree: examin­ing the power­fully neg­at­ive effects that sexu­al repres­sion can have on a per­son in terms of both their own lives and the beha­vi­ors they dis­play toward O/others is any­thing but fluff.
    And then there is David Denby’s bizarre com­ment about Black being an “act­iv­ist gay screen­writer” (as if all artists were not act­iv­ists of one sort or anoth­er), fol­lowed by his writ­ing at the end of his review that “[g]ay act­iv­ists may be dis­ap­poin­ted by the film­makers’ restrained assump­tions about Hoover’s sexu­al­ity … ” which renders Black a gay act­iv­ist screen­writer who has failed to be a gay act­iv­ist. The mind is sent reeling.

  • Michael Healey says:

    Wait: who’s that in the pic­ture above, DiCaprio or Clint Howard?

  • Eddie Carmel says:

    Just saw it, and agree with your assess­ment, Glenn…though I actu­ally wish Donovan had chewed the scenery a little more as Bobby K: it actu­ally felt to me like he was under­play­ing, or that Black’s script was in that moment, which may have seemed wise con­sid­er­ing there have been entire TV movies about Bobby Kennedy and Hoover (ser­i­ously, and more than one: a curs­ory glance at IMDB shows Hoover as being played in these by Jack Warden, Ernest Borgnine, and Enrico Colantoni. Now THAT’S a part with range!)
    That said, the somber­ness of the pic­ture was fre­quently inter­rup­ted by mas­ter­ful moments, like the edit­ing of the bugging/wiretapping begin­ning, cross-cut with Hoover and Tolson in the elev­at­or and the thirty-year-time jumps…a scene that I would­n’t have thought in Eastwood’s par­tic­u­lar bag of tricks and all the more impress­ive for it. DiCaprio’s late in the game deliv­ery of the line “Shut up, Clyde” enhanced the over­all exper­i­ence for me, as did the two lines they gave to Richard Nixon, lines which in their choice pro­fan­ity were unex­pec­ted, hil­ari­ous, and lead to an ulti­mately poignant end­ing of a pecu­li­arly mov­ing film.
    Oh, and you were right about the “we shall nev­er let down our guard” line. That was a beauty.

  • Hollis Lime says:

    That pro­fane line from Nixon at the end is sup­posedly exactly what he said in real life.

  • Bettencourt says:

    I tend to think a lot of people on this site, includ­ing our esteemed host, over­rate Eastwood as a dir­ect­or, though I think UNFORGIVEN was one of the best American films of the 90s, and I was hugely impressed by the Iwo Jima films.
    Despite this, I was very impressed by J. EDGAR, which I saw yes­ter­day – ambi­tious, fas­cin­at­ing and genu­inely mov­ing. I still wish he’d get someone else to score his movies – though MYSTIC RIVER was the only of his films were the score actu­ally made the film worse, rather than hav­ing little impact either way.
    For those jones­ing for some Armond White-bashing, The Onion has a column on White’s latest rave: for JACK AND JILL
    http://www.avclub.com/articles/its-time-for-armond-white-to-explain-why-everyone,65051/

  • AdenDreamsOf says:

    Last year, I went on a J. Edgar Hoover read­ing binge. After learn­ing about how mer­cur­i­al, bril­liant, and com­plic­ated Hoover was through Bryan Burrough’s book “Public Enemies”, I imme­di­ately read the defin­it­ive Hoover bio “The Man and The Secrets” by Curt Gentry. What fas­cin­ated me so much with Hoover was that he is such a tra­gic fig­ure: his para­noia, resent­ments, insec­ur­it­ies, and oth­er issues are what made him so power­ful and influ­en­tial while also hold­ing back his growth as a human being. He did many immor­al and cor­rupt things in his life, but my impres­sion of him through those books was that he wanted to do good but lacked the per­son­al skills to reflect and under­stand the per­spect­ives of oth­ers to do so.
    I liked Eastwood’s film, but here are some things I think the film gets wrong:
    1. I don’t think Hoover’s mom was any­where near as con­trolling or dom­in­eer­ing as the film por­trays her. Hoover’s fath­er died under cir­cum­stances related to men­tal ill­ness when Hoover was young, and it was Hoover’s choice to look after and live with his moth­er. He wanted to pro­tect her and did not want her to be alone, and she didn’t seem to pres­sure him to stay with her. Hoover was ashamed of his father’s men­tal instabil­ity which might have been part of the reas­on he grew up to put suc­cess before his own emo­tion­al needs.
    2. The film did a poor job of paint­ing the dynam­ic between Hoover and Martin Luther King. Hoover resen­ted King because Hoover felt King wanted to pro­mote com­mun­ist val­ues. Near the end of King’s life, Hoover decided to give King a final chance, invited him to his office, and the two of them spoke for a long time. Hoover left their meet­ing think­ing he had bur­ied a grudge and made a friend. What King didn’t know was that he was being bugged by Hoover. When King went home and was asked how the meet­ing went, King replied “The old man talks too much” which Hoover over­heard over the wiretap. After that, Hoover gave the FBI instruc­tions not to warn King’s camps of any assas­sin­a­tion threats which was their policy before King cemen­ted Hoover’s grudge for good.
    3. The cross-dressing scene is com­pletely made up. I real­ize it was put in the film for emo­tion­al pur­poses, but it ignores the most pro­found com­plic­a­tion and enigma related to Hoover’s files: people of power were afraid of Hoover’s files because they didn’t know what was in them and rumors star­ted about Hoover may have been the res­ult of that same fear. People could only live in fear of what he knew and what he didn’t know. Some his­tor­i­ans think that the rumor’s of Hoover’s homo­sexu­al­ity and cross dress­ing are the res­ult of rumors star­ted to malign Hoover much in the same way he used rumors and secrets to con­trol and bully others.
    Anyway, that’s my long his­tory les­son for the day.