November 2nd, 2005
Pity David Denby. Being the #2 movie critic at the New Yorker behind Anthony Lane is like being Michael Jordan’s back-up during the Bulls’ glory years. Sure, you get 7 or 8 minutes a game, but really, warming the seat of a god must be sort of maddening. So perhaps Denby should be forgiven passages such as this one, in his review of Good Night, and Good Luck:
There’s little gravy in attacking Joe McCarth in 2005, and that’s only a small part of what Clooney is up to. His real intention appears to be to deliver a blow to the patella of a conglomerate-controlled press corps that, until recently, has indulged the Bush Administration’s most extravagant smears and lies. He has completely succeeded.
Which boot-licking, Bush-loving, conglomerate-controlled press corps would that be, David? The one that ran the forged memos attacking the president’s National Guard service? The one that endlessly repeats the charges of Joe Wilson, even though they’ve been thoroughly debunked? The one that ran 21 straight days of editorial endorsements for John Kerry before the 2004 election?
For someone so ignorant of politics to be injecting the political into a movie review is unfortunate. Being Tony Lane’s back-up might not be much fun, but surely Denby should try to make the most of his garbage time.
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