An Aaron Sorkin Double: The Trial of the Chicago 7 & The West Wing Special

"The whole world is watching!" So goes the battle cry of the crowds waiting outside the courthouse where seven anti-war protesters and a member of the black panthers were being prosecuted in 1969, in what became one of the most bizarre trials on record. It's just a shame no one's watching the film about it - at least according to Netflix's Top 10 listing. Despite an all star cast (including Sacha Baron Cohen, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Michael Keaton, Frank Langella, Eddie Redmayne, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II and Mark Rylance), Aaron Sorkin's latest verbal tsunami has gotten little to no fanfare.

The story, which deviates relatively little from what was actually said and done, sees the Chicago 7, plus Black Panther Bobby Seale, in court over whether they attempted to incite protesters to riot during an anti-war protest. Cutting back and forth between the trial and the events that lead-up to the riot, we slowly get to know each of the 7 (well, except for a couple of them, who we're told in passing are only there so that the prosecutors can seem lenient when they let them off without charge) and learn how the protest morphed into a brutal and destructive run-in with the police.

Sorkin the director is still little more than a reliable journeyman, getting the job done with clarity and efficiency, but not with much style or flair. Fortunately, we also get Sorkin the writer, who can still turn what should by rights be a prosaic exchange about a government or law into a lyrical, funny and hypnotic back and forth - one that's loaded with smarts (and a ton of exposition). 

That Sorkin's cast is full of ringers doesn't hurt: Rylance is still an understated powerhouse; Baron Cohen lets his charisma shine through, and proves he's capable of far more than he's been giving us over the last two decades; Keaton, Redmayne and the majority of the rest of the cast comfortably deliver a script that requires them to deliver lines at hyperspeed; and Langella has a grand ol' time as the deeply flawed judge of the case - although he's so sneeringly evil, he sits on the brink of unbelievability. But the real standout is Abdul-Mateen as Bobby Seale. What he goes through, and how he's treated in a court of law, ought to defy belief - but given the times we're living through, it seems all too possible an outcome even 50 years later.

7.5/10 - Despite its lack of flair, it's still worth a look.

And very briefly (well, brief-ish), a shout out for Sorkin's recent re-staging of The West Wing episode "Hartsfield's Landing". Due to the current state of the US of A, it's more exhilarating than ever to briefly live in a beautifully shot and scripted bubble where those voted into public office want to affect positive change. That said, my response to this special may be driven by the fact that I love the show with every fibre of my being, so seeing the actors take up their parts for the first time in 14-years was always going to blow my mind.

With that caveat about my blinkered all-consuming love for West Wing out of the way, it really is stunningly shot. Despite being filmed in a theatre with a relatively spare set, director and co-creator of the series Tommy Schlamme does wonders with the space, managing to cross-cut between different settings with subtle staging, and he frames and shoots much of the episode so that the show feels more cinematic than ever. That the performances aren't an imitation of what the cast did before also helps, as each actor brings the weight of time and experience to bear on their parts. The choice not to imitate is particularly true of Sterling K Brown, who fills in for the much beloved John Spencer, who died during the filming of the last season of West Wing. He has the same gravitas as Spencer, but he finds his own way into the part.

When the special airs in the UK (it's currently only available in the US via HBO Max, but discussions are underway to get it over here relatively soon), it's unclear whether they'll include the straight-to-camera segments (where there were once ad breaks) urging American voters to get out and vote. Although they can be overly earnest - which is pretty much West Wing in its comfort zone - they're also funny; particularly one in which Lin Manuel-Miranda is forced into comparing Hamilton with the glories of The West Wing.

10/10

TV Review - The Haunting of Bly Manor

 

'Tis the season of ambitious horror series swinging big... And mostly missing. There's the fitfully ingenious Lovecraft Country and its soporific central mystery; the stunningly shot The Third Day, successfully riffing on The Wicker Man, and then outstaying its welcome by an hour or three; and now we have The Haunting of Bly Manor, aka The House Where Accents Go To Die.

Loosely adapted from Henry James' The Turn of the Screw, which has been adapted many, many times, including the faultless '61 film version The Innocents, and more recently, the thoroughly mediocre The Turning back in the halcyon days of January. Its title overhaul is to tie it to showrunner Mike Flanagan's brilliantly chilling series from last year, The Haunting of Hill House. A fact that's hard to miss, given how it transplants the majority of the cast from Hill House, and sees Flanagan (and his set designer Patricio Farrell) once again building a creepy home from a scratch. Also present: a fright of ghosts (Fact of the Day: 'fright' is the collective noun for ghosts). Not so present: all that many frights.

Moving The Turn of the Screw's action from 1898 to 1987 - bringing it just close enough to the present to channel a little Stranger Thing's-like nostalgia, but not so up to the present that the story has to contend with mobile phones, which have been poking holes in horror plots from the moment they were invented - the series trundles along quite happily at first. In quick succession, we're introduced to the bright, bubbly and haunted (because of course she is) American abroad Dani, who's made the new governess at Bly; her employer, the scowling and haunted (yes, he's haunted too) Henry Wingrave; his reliable but haunted (it's probably safest to assume everyone's got a haunted vibe, okay?) housekeeper Hannah; a brooding and enigmatic gardener, Jamie; the ex-(very ex) governess at Bly Manor, Rebecca; Henry's raffish, Scottish valet, Peter; amiable chef, driver, and dogsbody Owen (who actually seems pretty chipper and non-haunted); and last but not least, the quirksome, almost irksome, Wingrave siblings, Flora and Miles.

Over the show's nine episodes, most everyone gets a solid hour dedicated to their backstory. Although the scares are rarer than in Hill House, they're no less effective when they come around. Where the torrent of jumps were in the previous series, we instead get a greater focus on slow-burn mysteries and a nicely chilling atmosphere. It's only when we get into Peter and Rebecca's soporifically tedious love story that things start going awry. Partly, because it feels like it'll go on beyond the heat death of the universe, but mostly because of over familiarity. The Turn of the Screw is an old, old tale, and plenty have liberally stolen from James' original story over the last one hundred plus years, so neither Peter and Rebecca's doomed affair, nor most of the other characters' backstories, will surprise anyone. But what really sinks the show is England. More specifically, keeping it set here, rather than shifting it across the pond. Now I should point out that I have a tin ear for accents. I could meet someone with the thickest Glaswegian accent going and I'd still ask bemusedly "So... where you from?". And I'm married to a Glaswegian. And yet even I can tell that the stiff upper lip accents being put on by most of the cast are like nails on a chalkboard, and would be deemed 'a bit much' by the Monty Python boys. But a special mention needs to go out to the worst offender, Oliver Jackson-Cohen's Peter. His supposedly Scottish accent is like listening to your 8-year-old nephew doing a bad Gerard Butler impression - but with a foghorn.

Despite these issues, and they are neither few nor slight, Flanagan still knows how to orchestrate the hell out a scare. Unfortunately, with the scares so rare over the nine-hour stretch, I'm betting many will bail before they get to some of the show's best jumps.

6/10