The press always tries to inflate its own importance. Journalism has gone from being a slightly seedy job to a highly specialized career. Something has been lost along the way.
So I expected a loving tribute to David Frost and how wonderfully he constructed an interview that demolished Richard Nixon’s reputation once and for all. What I found was a relatively sympathetic portrait of Nixon and a Frost – who comes across as the poster-boy for 1970s excess – totally out of his league.
Good for Nixon.
It was interesting, and fun. Well worth the time and money. Now that all the award nominated movies are finally making their way into this cultural wasteland it looks like I’ll have an opportunity to see The Wrestler, Slumdog Millionaire, Revolutionary Road, Milk, etc. Ought to be a pretty nifty couple of weeks.
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