Sunday, May 20, 2018
Movie Review...The Post
I always wondered why my dad ate toast with warm milk on top. He ate it with a fork or a spoon for breakfast...or lunch sometimes. Once in a while he ate bread and milk with a little sugar for dinner. I had some, too. There was a reason for eating toast or bread with milk and sometimes with sugar...no money for food.
The Post reminded me of the tasteless concoction we used to eat when there was nothing else. This film is a very vanilla story skimmed off the top of a dish where the bread is stale and the milk is sour. There's no sugar. This film is a very little soap opra-ish story, but the soap has no phosphate, no detergent, and no cleansing power. It’s the old Pentagon Papers account, weakly offered. It's an attempt to poke out the other eye of Richard Nixon, a failed (and dead) president who was already blind to the place where ethical principles were kept.
Thank goodness for Streep, Hanks, and Odenkirk, whose performance statures rose above the light soap scum. So, if you like good movies, you'll declare this one to be a dud with no dynamite and no fuse. This Spielberg "gotcha" blows itself up with little more than a "pfft."