The 1952 classic film “Deadline – U.S.A.”, directed by Richard Brooks, seems timely now, given the issue of journalistic integrity as challenged by the new administration of Donald Trump.
Humphrey Bogart plays Ed Hutcheson, the managing editor of a newspaper called “New York Day”, said to resemble the “New York Sun” which had folded in 1950. One day Hutcheson is told that the newspaper’s owner, Margaret Garrison (Ethyl Barrymore) wants to sell the paper, apparently to a competitor who would put it out of business.
About the same time Hutcheson learns of a gangland murder, with connections that suggest that the real motive for the sale is to cover up an organized crime conspiracy. Hutcheson pursues the story, and is even pressured not to publish by advertisers. The script mentions ideas like “ignorance of facts”, libel, and makes an indirect reference to “the right to be forgotten.” There are a couple of interesting courtroom scenes. Finally, the mother of one of the victims provides and important clue, a diary. As the movie closes, Hutcheson publishes even as he is threatened.
The screenplay is terse and follows the pattern of maintaining urgency.
The music score by Cyril J. Mockridge and Sol Kaplan reminds me of the music of Arthur Bliss.
“The Accountant” (2016), by Gavin O’Connor and written by Bill Dubuque, makes its central character, a 40-year-old man who outgrew his autism with the help of a very determined military father, into a rather charismatic figure.
Christian Wolff (Ben Affleck) seems to have a lot of integrity, and loyalty to people he loves. He speaks directly and simply. He has this narrow focus on what he does. So he is a genius at doing math in his head (a savant) and a dangerous sharpshooter (“I shoot”). He lives simply in a house in suburban Chicago and eats according to rituals. He does a bizarre fitness routine involving rolling a dough bar on his now nearly hairless legs.
The only trouble is how he has made his living: as an accountant for the mob. Only someone like Christian can grasp the bizarre mechanics of offshore accounts and money laundering. Oh, he got caught once and managed to build friendships in Leavenworth, and then escape, and then set up his own shell companies.
He remains the good guy, protecting his mob-connected younger brother, and building a cautious relationship with a fellow aspie, Dana (Anna Kendrick) whom he meets at a supposedly legitimate robotics company whose books he has been hired to uncook.
Add to the books the childless, single robotics CEO Lamar Black (John Lithgow), and the Treasury agent, resurrected from retirement, to find him (JK Simmons) and his protégé (Cynthia Addai-Robinson).
I don’t think the film really does that much for people with autism, though. It’s popcorn stuff.