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Not every film that Stone directs or produces is great, and W. is proof of this dictum.
Technically, it's very well made. It ought to be. Stone has been at this long enough to iron out the kinks. The cinematography is nice and tight, and the structure of the storyline, with anecdotes that skip back and forth in time is contemporary and works well with the film's overall style.
However, professionalism is not a guarantor of a good or great film. 'Triumph of the Will' is also a technically well-drawn film, a propaganda film with a different intent, but for its day, a masterpiece of propaganda.
Now, W. is not propaganda... or is it? The bewildered protagonist portrayed by Josh Brolin is certainly enjoyable to watch, but the character's journey depicted on screen can give one the impression that, "Aw shucks, W. tried you know?"
He tried, and succeeded. He succeeded in convincing Stone that he is a genuine born-again Christian. Somehow, I don't buy it. It's more likely that George Walker Bush slips into the skin of the born-again as enthusiastically as Brolin slips into the skin of 'W'. It's an act.
Stone also fleshes out the wholesome relationship between Bush and long-suffering Laura. Aw, how cute. How repulsive. As I sat in the theater bathing in the pseudo-warmth of Bush-love, my eyes began to lose focus, I found myself gazing instead at the void beneath the screen as I struggled with an urge to bolt from the darkened theater as Bush cuddled with his Stepford love and prayed and prayed and prayed. Jesus Christ.
I don't need to be reminded that Bush is a human. I'm aware of this. Nonetheless, the jibbering little maniac playing President, an ideologically-driven frontman for the Military-Industrial-Complex, has driven the US into the ditch, and continues to plow along at full pace, taking out mailboxes and running over pedestrians and the film 'W' does exactly diddly-squat to affect the madman's momentum.
Why did I get the feeling that Stone was giving Bush a way out? Bush knew goddam well that there were no WMDs in Iraq. Scott Ritter knew. Hans Blix was proving it, but Stone lets his character pretend, with some conviction, that his compadres in his administration let him down.
Bullshit.
Oliver Stone, you tax me with your soft blows.
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