Clint Eastwood largely returns to top form with this tale of the security guard who saved lives at the Olympic Park bombing in Atlanta in 1996, is hailed as a hero and then thanks to FBI and media zealousness becomes the prime suspect. After 88 days of hell, the family are told that he is no longer a suspect. As so often is the case these days, the media frenzy to crucify someone (here a not very smart overweight man whose social limits are not the best), ends up detouring the real details work and investigation needed. The real bomber confessed some years later.
So far so good, a story of injustice, well told by Eastwood with a clear message for today’s world. The problem is that in bending over backwards for Jewell, Eastwood tends to blast the FBI and one reporter, Kathy Scruggs in particular basically suggesting that they cooked up the accusations together. Which is probably true but suggesting that Scruggs got the tip off in exchange for sex is not something you can throw lightly into films today. It is said to be unfounded but since Scruggs has died we will never know. This is a black mark against the movie but reviewers have made a little too much of this point. Notably the public rate the film quite a lot more highly than do the critics.
Back to the film. Eastwood gives space to his actors to construct good performances and this is no exception. Relative unknown Paul Walter Hauser is first rate as the complex Jewell, often immature, fixated on obeying the law, free of guile and frustratingly disobedient for his lawyer (the excellent Sam Rockwell). Kathy Bates deserves her awards nominations as the mother and Jon Hamm and Olivia Wilde do what they can with the roles of the nasties. Sound photography and music recreating the times.
Not a classic but a decent movie about a man treated unjustly – more of the US shadow side coming out.
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