The Trial of the Chicago Seven
God, Sorkin is annoying. How could anyone screw up such a sensational and clearly contemporary movie about the trial of the century (part 272). Okay, he doesn't entirely screw it up, it has all the Sorkin trademarks of rapid fire dialogue, everyone (well, every white one) spitting out brilliantly phrased political nuggets and people having to grow extra arms in order to fit the necessary amount of liberalism on their sleeves. Being a courtroom drama means they can't do the walk and talk thing half as much as he'd like, but he still manages some fast cutting and some neat lil shots.
Where it fails is in giving us a decent view of the utter chaos and madness that was not just the trial, but all the events around the democratic convention and the whole damned counterculture. It is all far far too polite. The Richard Schultz character is a completely fictionalised account of a man described (by his friends) as an attack dog, he wasn't the nice guy with obvious doubts he is shown as (and lets not even mention his absurd final moment on screen). Bobby Seale is woefully underwritten, and the Panthers are the only ones whose case we don't really get to hear. What happens to him (and Fred Hampton) are shown and are shocking, but not half as shocking as they should have been, the full depth of vileness with which they were treated was barely scratched. Abbie Hoffman is made into a wet liberal joker, a mere prankster.
"I think the institutions of our democracy are wonderful things that right now are populated by some terrible people" is, supposedly, a line from Hoffman at the culmination of the trial, and Sorkin must be glad he's dead because otherwise he'd probably be suing for defamation of character. It's not as if he didn't have a transcript to work from! Of course, it isn't really Hoffman speaking at the end, its Sorkin, as it always bloody well is.
I'm off to watch Medium Cool to make up for it.