March 9, 2006
A short film about truth. That could be an alternative title for Good Night and Good Luck. Yet although it packs more philosophical punch than most other pics put together, it's not quite short enough. There's a restless feel - not just in the bustly recreations of a 50s newsroom in a time of tension. But jazz song interludes - meant to offer a commentary and time for reflection - feel like padding and get in the way. Episodic and elegant, it's still a striking film. Good, but not consistently gripping. The performances are solid, the sheeny, smoky visuals a treat. And the words, words, words are wonderful. Brave thing, to give such focus to what are essentially talking heads. No wonder the film makes a plea for intelligent telly and, by implication, cinema too. This is a film that battles Big Brother in more ways than one.