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Eastwood’s ‘Richard Jewell’ offers flawed critique


“Richard Jewell” is a typically strong late-period Clint Eastwood docudrama that balances grand American themes while captivatin­gly dramatizin­g the villainiza­tion of the Atlanta Olympics bombing hero, only to needlessly tarnish itself with a wanton and unfounded depiction of a female journalist at the center of the 1996 media storm.

Eastwood’s drama is about Richard Jewell (Paul Walter Hauser), the security guard who discovered the bomb in Centennial Park and who, by moving crowds away from the suspicious backpack, saved lives from the explosion. One died and more than 100 were injured, but the damage could have been significan­tly worse.

Jewell found himself quickly catapulted onto the national news and celebrated for his actions, only to soon turn into the focus of the FBI’s investigat­ion when misguided investigat­ors decided Jewell — a so-called “frustrated white male” with an extensive gun collection who lived with his mom (Kathy Bates) and had a history of misusing his power — matches the profile of a “false hero.”

The entire concept of a false hero seems tailor-made

‘Richard Jewell’

› Rating: R for some sexual references and brief bloody images

› Running time: 129 minutes

for Eastwood, who has spent much of his career examining the nature of heroism and scrutinizi­ng how a sense of civic duty arises despite, not because of, a rapacious modern American society.

In “Richard Jewell,” Eastwood’s critique focuses on two institutio­ns — the government (by way of the FBI) and the media (by way of an Atlanta Journal-Constituti­on reporter who broke the story that Jewell was being considered a suspect). Olivia Wilde plays that reporter, Kathy Scruggs, who like most of those depicted in “Richard Jewell,” is based on a real person.

But the venom reserved specifical­ly for Scruggs is mystifying. Scruggs, who died in 2001, is shown not just as overwhelmi­ngly arrogant and bitter but as a reporter who sleeps with a source (Jon Hamm’s FBI agent) for the scoop. In a film that otherwise strives for accuracy (screenwrit­er Billy Ray based it on Marie Brenner’s 1997 Vanity Fair article “American Nightmare: The Ballad of Richard Jewell”), it’s a glaring and offensive invention that perpetuate­s a false and misogynist­ic view of female journalist­s, let alone of Scruggs.

It’s a shame because the rest of “Richard Jewell” is often a thought-provoking docudrama with a singular protagonis­t. We first meet Jewell as a supplyroom clerk rolling a mail cart through an office. He catches the attention of one attorney, Watson Bryant (Sam Rockwell), by thoughtful­ly, if a little creepily, stocking his desk drawer with candy bars. “I’m going to call you Radar,” Bryant says.

Eastwood cuts between Jewell’s past while leading up to the fateful night, depicting an awkward and serious young man who speaks in platitudes but struggles to achieve the higher status he aspires to. “The world owes us better than this,” Jewell laments to his mother.

The portrait of Jewell is remarkably nuanced. Hauser, who played the dimwitted accomplice in “I, Tonya,” imbues him with a flawed humanity. His life doesn’t stand up well to the spotlight. He has been guilty of impersonat­ing an officer, unpaid taxes and even keeping an item from the bomb scene as a souvenir.

But he’s mostly doing his best, and even the most imperfect are capable of something great. Jewell is slow to realize the FBI’s increasing­ly serious inquiry, but Hauser captures Jewell’s growing disillusio­nment with subtlety, as he finally begins to doubt the very things he most believes in about law enforcemen­t.

But a question of emphasis begins to overwhelm “Richard Jewell.” There’s little doubt that some of the coverage of Jewell was sensationa­l; that alone would have been worth dramatizin­g. There’s also little question that a great many people watching a movie about an innocent white man profiled by police for a crime he didn’t commit may note that the trials of the stereotype­d “frustrated white male” pale in comparison with those of different background­s.

If Eastwood had extended the sensitivit­y it shows to Jewell to others, it might have been worth something more. Instead, it becomes just what it preaches against: a hatchet job.

 ?? CLAIRE FOLGER/WARNER BROS. PICTURES VIA THE ASSOCIATED PRESS ?? Sam Rockwell, Kathy Bates and Paul Walter, from left, Hauser in a scene from “Richard Jewell.”
CLAIRE FOLGER/WARNER BROS. PICTURES VIA THE ASSOCIATED PRESS Sam Rockwell, Kathy Bates and Paul Walter, from left, Hauser in a scene from “Richard Jewell.”

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