I finally got around to Good Night, and Good Luck, via Netflix. I was really looking forward to it - I love George Clooney, I love black and white, I love grown up movies about grown up stuff. I did watch it with my boyfriend, who was politically prepared to hate it, so I was even prepared to defend it. And I hated it. Hated!
It didn’t emotionally involve me in any way. It didn’t make me care about any of these people; it didn’t even make me interested in them. The archival footage was a thousand times more engaging than the movie! I mean, it looked great, the acting was great, there was just no there there. I could see how you could have made a good movie out of that - add another thirty minutes of, say, investigative reporting process, or get me involved in the characters, or whatever, but something! Did I miss something? Did I get the “this film has been edited for crappiness” copy?
I had to really think, after having watched it, that the reviewers who loved it so much were really reviewing the movie they saw in their heads that Good Night, and Good Luck ought to have been. I assume that it wasn’t in the slightest involving because of a conscious choice not to be manipulative… but then they could have made a documentary, which they didn’t either. It was almost more like a “reenactment documentary” or something - the worst of all possible worlds.
So, explain to me why I should have liked this movie. Do not sink to telling me it was 1) over my head, or 2) Important For the Message. I get the message, the message doesn’t excuse this movie in my mind.