Frost/Nixon review the cat’s meow
Just found a well written review of the new movie, Frost/Nixon, a film about the David Frost vs Richard Nixon interviews that ground on for 28 hours as taped.
I remember watching the melee between the preening presser from the UK and the disgraced US president who had festooned my favorite city (DC, as we called her then) with the gloom, disappointment, and anguish of Watergate.
And that doesn’t count the humiliation we-the-people suffered with the scorn from the rest of the world due to our usual national hubris and puppy-dog-tail-wagging Be My Friend demeanor. Aw shucks.
Nixon’s psychotic “if the president does it, it’s not illegal” argument is the sort of thing we’ve been encumbered with once again within the last few years, as urged on and coordinated by Cheney, and cheer-led (is that a word?) by ex-cheerleader, George W. Bush, the mouthpiece.
Frost/Nixon recalls the brilliance of David Frost who came to life toward the end of those hours with laser focus aimed directly at a practiced sidestepper pickled in snake oil who drenched himself with the V for Victory sign…or, wait a minute…maybe he was shovin’ the Flower Power peace sign at us – from the escape helicopter’s shadowy steps.
Presidential irony seldom pans out for the people…it’s usually at our expense. But most Americans, and perhaps others as well, recognized that a couple of traditional things were glaringly missing as Milhouse left town – the tar and the feathers.
Anyway, it was with agonizing relief that we watched the helicopter that carried him as it churned away into the sky – and we couldn’t help but notice an immediate lightening of atmosphere and mood about the place. If you’d ever wanted to say ‘Good Bye and Good Riddance’ to or about anyone, Nixon’s departure in shame was definitely the time to speak up. His drunken bwa-ha-has had permeated and soured our neighborhoods while making mockery of any trust anyone ever had in him as president.
If you think I over express on the Nixon matter, it may be because you weren’t there at the time. But the Saturnian old is the Uranian new, so Presidential trespasses are of the moment, aren’t they?
So now it’s December 2008, and a movie is released…
That this film on the subject of presidential over-reach is airing itself in public now when Bush is about to slink away from the scene of his Oval Office crimes seems fitting for the collective’s benefit to have a thespianesque demonstration of how to be indignant when your country has been decimated by rotten, fraudulent leadership of the megalomaniac kind.
Closer to the truth? If the American people do it, it’s not illegal.
And all side-windin’ politicians? They need to pay their own legal bills.