Finding a Haystack in a Needle
"All the President's Men" manages to do several things at once. As a piece of history, with minor dramatic additions (usually in the dialogue), it hones closer to, not only the facts of the story, but the moral tone of the story (more about this later) than most cinematically depicted historical events, especially one as fresh in the mind of the audience at the time of it's release (The events depicted began a mere four years before the release of the film!). As a representation of the non-fiction source book by Washington Post journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein the film manages, through an uncharacteristically intelligent, straightforward piece of screenwriting by William Goldman, to clarify an intensely complex mystery into a linear narrative without skimping on the labyrinthine permutations of the investigation. Also, it was a magnet for a generation of would-be and already practicing journalists to consider there were new rewards possible in the profession: designation as "superstar" celebrity journalists. (This was an important turning point with ramifications still being felt globally, the irony being that a solid piece of reportage would lead to the continuing erosion of quality journalism in the shadow of shallow media self-glorification; more ironically still, this being one of the many prescient warnings in that same year's remarkably prophetic "Network") What may be lost in all of these considerations, is that this Alan J. Pakula film is by any standard a smashing entertainment. Rarely has a Hollywood film treated it's subject and the intelligence of it's audience with equal respect. Without a false move, the film follows the two intrepid reporters (solidly portrayed by Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman) as they arduously unravel a "third-rate burglary" at the Watergate into a national scandal, always under the intimidating watch of the senior editorial staff, played by Martin Balsam, Jack Warden and especially Jason Robards in an Oscar-winning turn as editor Ben Bradlee. (Some of the most satisfying moments in the picture involve Robards JUST LISTENING; this fine actor revealing a virtual Thespian's textbook on the art of conveying thought onscreen, something taken for granted by audiences but a genuine rarity in practice.) The myriad points of revelation depicted in the film unceasingly depict a moral corruption as a result of the investigation; not by the reporters, or even the direct perpetrators of the vast conspiracy, but of the targets of their daily personal interviews. Digging out each individual detail begins resembling chipping away at a boulder with a dull spoon. Rarely if ever are they ever given a straight answer, with increased games of evasion, as if "hinting" at a confessional detail carries the same moral weight as open honesty.(This is especially true of Bernstein's encounters with his confidential source, the mysterious "Deep Throat".) This is a rather dispairing point to make but one that rings with clarion truth. This is not to say the film is a downer; on the contrary it is stimulating and witty and absorbing with a catalogue of outstanding performances from the entire cast especially Jane Alexander, Penny Fuller, Lindsay Crouse, Robert Walden, Stephen Collins and Hal Holbrook. Technically the film is flawless with a dead-on representation of the Post press room and a spare but effective score by the gifted and underrated David Shire.
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Overview
Conspiracy film specialist Alan J. Pakula turned journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein's best-selling account of their Watergate investigation into one of the hit films of Bicentennial year 1976. While researching a story about a botched 1972 burglary of Democratic Party headquarters at the Watergate apartment complex, green Washington Post reporters/rivals Woodward Robert Redford, who also exec produced and Bernstein Dustin Hoffman stumble on a possible connection between the burglars and a White House staffer. With the circumspect approval of executive editor Ben Bradlee Jason Robards, the pair digs deeper. Aided by a guilt-ridden turncoat bookkeeper Jane Alexander and the vital if cryptic guidance of Woodward's