An emotional climax redeems the narrative’s general inertia, elevating an average character drama into a pretty good one. That peak is so even-handed with the autism debate, so tactful with its bittersweet revelation, that we understand both sides when the verdict arrives. For once, society gets it right for each – itself a credit to the group efforts of the production team. Hans Zimmer’s unbearable 80s score notwithstanding.
Hollywood sure loves restaging any historical morsel it can get its hands on (which it will. Movie’s Law) and the Nixon Interviews might be the most major-minor, or minor-major, real-life event it’s ever canonised. Hinting at the multifarious nuances its subject matter intimates without ever really penetrating them, this is largely engaging, if cliched, and at its best in the final act’s Watergate-session re-enactment. It did, however, immediately remind you of its shortcomings in the subsequent scene — a mollycoddling coda that betrays its regrettably soft underbelly. Ho-hum, another story told.