It’s a tad trifling for others.
(I prefer my sub-title without the word, Inside, which is part of the exaggerated official title, or Men At Work is another option.)
Academy Award Nomination Prediction: Best Documentary (but it cannot compare to the 100X more enjoyable Bill Cunningham: New York)
They came to praise the New York Times, not to bury it.
The film is about some of the inside current operations of the “newspaper of record,” which, right now, is surviving the technological news revolution.* Hail thee, hearty citizen journalists! And “old gray lady”!
To sum up before I get started: It’s flighty and sometimes helter-skelter with too many sub-plots: CNN and Vice (?), Comcast (?), Wikileaks (hurray!). But it’s unquestionably a must-see for newspaper geeks and all journalism students world-wide.
The music by Paul Brill is spot-on, yes!
David Carr, I just love him. To see him in action and know the Times permits someone of his no-nonsense honesty to write is inspiring, enticing, and romantic which leads me to The Night of the Gun. (Calling the Fairfax County Public Library reserve list, please. Thank you. But David, I don’t want to read just about your druggie life. Is a sequel on the way, I hope?)
Congratulations also to Bruce Headlam.
The trailer made me wonder if only menfolk are those strictly in employ at the Times, and the film gave credence to that supposition. No major speaking roles were assigned to any woman. Jill Abramson, then the managing editor and now, the executive editor, Katrina vanden Heuvel (who is not an employee but editor of The Nation, God love her), Susan Chira, the Times‘ foreign editor, and Sarah Ellison, then of the Wall Street Journal, talked no more than 60 seconds each, if they talked at all. (I do not recall a syllable from Ms. Abramson.)
Some snippets of a few other women were included, one woman who cried, of course. What’s a movie without a woman crying? (A comedy.)
Of the listed cast and crew of 11, only one is female (Kate Novack).
The Times‘ facility is so clean, modern, and antiseptic, it might be an open-air hospital. (If the paper is/was that hard up financially, who supplied the funding to modernize the facilities? Perhaps the landlord did it. Anyway, …)
The flick ends Thursday night at E Street, and definitely worth a rental for the newspaper-crazed whose population diminishes daily.
P.S. I hope the Baghdad bureau chief is okay.
*I should know. Sadly, I now am limited to only 20 articles a month which I use up by the second, and my “new” subscriber rate lasted two years until it ended 30 days ago. My Sunday NYT withdrawal pains weaken weekly, but only 60 more days until I can “refresh” and become “new” again.