Trading sex for scoops is just another day at the newspaper office, according to Clint Eastwood and 'Richard Jewell.' It's the oldest movie trick in the book.
Movies make stuff up all the time. You have a problem with that? I don't. But I have a problem with movies handing us the same lazy, loaded, misogynist line over and over, in stories depicting craven female journalists who aren't quite human, let alone ethical.
Audiences shouldn't expect a documentary out of "Richard Jewell," opening Thursday night. It's not a documentary; it's a dramatization, a docudrama, based on a true story but full of inventions. The "Richard Jewell" poster tells me: "The world will know his name and the truth." Immediately I assume that to be false. The film, like every biopic ever made, blends fact and fiction, some real characters mixing it up with
