If you want to make a film about the denizens of a small town, you call someone like director Errol Morris.
If you want to take down a two-bit shyster, once upon a time you called Mike Wallace and ordered up a hard-hitting expose for 60 Minutes.
But Mike Wallace interviewing a thoughtful intellectual? No. Errol Morris confronting a doofus doing damage? No thanks. Confronting is not in Morris’s DNA.
And that’s how we arrive at the worst film of Morris’s career....
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