Maybe it's the Talking Heads on the soundtrack, but this isn't looking to me like a movie about him or about us or about the war or politics. It's a movie about that nightmare. The one in which everybody finds out who and what you really are.
Maybe I'm projecting. Maybe you don't have that nightmare. I have it all the time. I've mentioned here before that that's why I find it hard to hate George W. Bush or at least hard not to feel sorry for him while I'm hating him. I look at his life and I see my nightmare come to life and writ large. There but for the grace of God, I can't help thinking, go I if I'd listened to the well-meaning adults who thought I could have Pop Mannion's life and tried to talk me into trying to have it even though I clearly didn't have Pop's brains or talents or skills or energy or capabilities or even his particular interests and ambitions. Teachers, friends and colleagues of Pop's, people around town who knew Pop because of what he'd done for them and the town---a lot of them assumed that just because I was his son I naturally ought to have been able to do what he did. What if I'd believed them? Assuming I didn't just fall flat on my face at the outset, how long before I'd have made a total mess of everything I touched that someone more truly like him should have been handling?
To Pop Mannion's credit, he himself never expected me to be a mini-him. All he wanted was for me to buckle down and do my homework and stop daydreaming and walking into metaphorical open manholes and learn that one dollar didn't magically turn into two just because I needed it to.
From what I've read, that's all Poppy Bush wanted for W. too. Oh, and for the drinking and drugs to end. It was Barbara who convinced her eldest son he could be his father just by wishing it.
Dick Cheney and Karl Rove played a part in it too.
But that's probably why when I'm looking at Josh Brolin in the trailers and seeing him do a spookily close doubling of W., I'm also thinking I'm looking at somebody I know.
Brolin's performance looks brilliant. But Richard Dreyfuss as Dick Cheney?
From Vanity Fair.