Directed by: Rupert Goold.
Written by: Rupert Goold & David Kajganich based on the memoir by Michael Finkel.
Starring: James Franco (Christian Longo), Jonah Hill (Michael Finkel), Felicity Jones (Jill), Maria Dizzia (Mary Jane Longo), Robert John Burke (Greg Ganley), Robert Stanton (Jeffrey Gregg), Ethan Suplee (Pat).
When True Story begins,
Michael Finkel (Jonah Hill) is a young, on the rise journalist working for the
New York Times. He has had several cover stories for the Times’ Magazine,
including his most recent one about a child slave in Africa. But it doesn’t take
long after publication for the truth about the story to get out – Finkel amalgamated
the story of multiple boys into the story of one. That’s a big no-no, and
Finkel soon finds himself fired, and unable to get a new job. He retreats to
Wisconsin, where his wife Jill (Felicity Jones) lives to lick his wounds, and
try and figure out what to do next. That doesn’t take too long, because Finkel
is contacted by another reporter looking for a comment on Christian Longo
(James Franco). Finkel has no idea who Longo is – but he soon finds out. Longo
has been arrested and charged with murdering his wife and three children. He
was arrested in Mexico, where he fled after the murders, and during his time
there he told everyone he was “Michael Finkel, of the New York Times”. Finkel
contacts Longo hoping the accused multiple murderer will talk to him – which he
readily agrees to do. Longo flatters Finkel by telling him he’s a longtime fan
and that he’s “read everything you’ve ever written” – and quickly agrees to
give Finkel exclusive access to him on two conditions – the first being he doesn’t
publish anything until after the trial, and the second being that Finkel
teaches him how to write. Finkel agrees to both.
The heart of the movie is
made up of these jailhouse meetings between Finkel and Longo. Longo is evasive
about what “really happened”, although he assures Finkel that the “true story”
has not come out yet. He does feed Finkel a lot of information about his own
past, and what led up to the murders. Finkel even starts to like Longo – and think
that perhaps he really is innocent. No one else in the movie believes that –
and I doubt anyone in the audience watching the film feels that way either. Finkel,
who knows a thing or two about liars, apparently cannot spot one when he’s
sitting directly in front of him.
The movie is, of course,
actually based on a true story – although ironically one that has made the type
of changes to it on its way to the screen that got Finkel fired from the New
York Times. Of course though, this is a movie, and not a news story, so that
sort of thing is allowed. Franco and Hill are, for the most part, quite
impressive in their roles – both playing perhaps the most subdued characters of
their careers. Franco always seems to be putting on a show in most of his roles
– sometimes brilliantly, like in Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers, and
sometimes not so much. Here, he doesn’t so much deliver a subtle performance as
Longo, but rather a flat one – a performance that seems to have been drained of
all emotion, with little going on behind those brown eyes. It’s a creepily
effective strategy for Franco, as it makes it all but impossible to get a real
read on Longo. Hill is more subdued as well – but he plays Finkel as a man who
seems to have a talent for self-delusion – thinking his lies on the New York
Times story doesn’t matter, fooling himself into believing Longo because he
wants, etc. His Finkel is always thinking – but always seems to be behind, at
least up until the end. The rest of the cast is given nothing to do – including
the immensely talented Jones, who gets to spend most of her screen time looking
at Finkel with a look of concern, as all movie wives seem to do – but at least
gets one good scene, where she gives Longo the kind of dressing down he
deserves (but probably didn’t happen).
There are a few problems
with True Story that ultimately sink the movie however. Debut director Rupert
Goold has clearly watched Bennett Miller’s Capote (and perhaps Foxcatcher) a
few times, and he tries to capture the same coldness that Miller so brilliantly
captured in those true crime movies. In Goold’s hands however, it’s not creepy
coldness but boring sameness that he mainly captures. The movie is basically 90
minutes of Finkel figuring out what audiences will have pieced together in the
first few minutes of the film. The one flaw I had with Capote, which is
otherwise a great movie, with one of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s best
performances, is that I thought the film was far too hard on Truman Capote
himself. The film is harder on Capote than it was on either Perry Smith or Dick
Hickock, who killed an entire family over $40 after all – even though, while
you can accuse Capote of exploiting the murderers, he also wrote a masterpiece
that gave them both back their humanity in the eyes of the reader. True Story,
on the other hand, probably lets Finkel off the hook a little too easily. He
really doesn’t seem like he’s very good at his job, does it? The movie also doesn’t
seem too interested in any of the proceedings around Longo – which would be
forgivable, considering how many courtroom scenes we’ve seen in the movies over
the years, except for the fact the movie keeps introducing us to characters,
who seem important for a scene, and then abandons them. The investigator who
tries really hard to get Finkel to co-operate with them, and makes him feel
like shit for not doing so, who then completely dismisses Finkel in their next
scene. The two women in the courtroom that the camera keeps cutting to, who say
mean things to Finkel, but whose presence is never explained (presumably they
are family members, but if who exactly they were was explained, I missed it).
And then there is postscript that comes up after the action of the movie is over. Like other recent movies, like The Imitation Game and American Sniper, the postscript tells us things that I wish the movie would have shown us – the biggest one in this case is that Finkel and Longo still talk to each other – the first Sunday of every month. That’s not the impression that the movie gives you when it’s over – but suggests a different, perhaps better more complex story that could have been made out of this “true story”.
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