I pose the thought because this weekend I finally saw (twice) "Good Night, and Good Luck," easily the best film I've seen since "Fahrenheit 9/11." David Strathairn was eerily exact in capturing Murrow's riveting, grave-as-the-grave broadcast style, but his astonishing performance was just one of many compelling elements in a movie that was earnest without being sanctimonious and serious without being pompous.
Relatedly, I was also impressed by the dignified intensity of GWB's celebrated accuser in Charlotte, NC, this past week week, Harry Taylor. Taylor's laser-like seriousness burned right through Bush's attempt to deflect him with the just-joshing remark, "I'm not your favorite guy." I can't recall a more withering, precisely stated, face-to-face denunciation of a president than what Taylor delivered to Bush on Thursday, viz.: "While I listen to you talk about freedom, I see you assert your right to tap my telephone, to arrest me and hold me without charges ... in my lifetime, I have never felt more ashamed of, nor more frightened by my leadership in Washington, including the presidency ...."
Carl