Among the bountiful harvest that is the Quantum of Solace trailer crop...

Trailer rights to use Philip Glass and Muse? Several thousand dollars. Lawyers to haggle out an armistice among warring studios? Millions. Finally getting a Watchmen film up and made? Priceless. Costumed heroes (the Voice-of-Mastercard among them) investigate the death of a Comedian in the story-heavy second trailer for Zack Snyder's Watchmen.

I'm all over the place on this one. There are some real red flags here -- all the Snydery slo-mo shots of Malin Ackerman's hair, for example -- and some of the dialogue feels as stiff and expository as the ponderous take-a-meeting scenes in 300. Then again, as with the first trailer, I'm still having trouble just wrapping my mind around the fact that they finally made a Watchmen movie. So I'm inclined to be charitable, and the little flourishes throughout (Rorschach's mask moves!) appeal to my inner fanboy regardless. (Also, while Jackie Earle Hale's Bale-Batman-growl may be a tad distracting, it's hard to imagine Rorschach with any other kind of voice.) For now, I'll call it a push.

As of this weekend, Ghost in the Machine is now nine years old. [0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.] With an incoming Obama administration, an expanded Democratic Congress, and, perhaps most startling, the Knickerbockers actually two games over 500, it's looking harder than usual to find things to complain about around here. Even amid the twilight realm of the ABD, that faint orange glow in the distance is looking less like troubling fires ahead and more and more like an approaching dawn. Nevertheless, whatever the future holds, GitM (hopefully) rolls on. As always, whether you're a longtime reader or just a lost/adventurous Googler, thanks for stopping by.

"The last Twitter post said it all: "01010100 01110010 01101001 01110101 01101101 01110000 01101000."" Or, in other words, Ground Control to Phoenix Lander: You've really made the grade. Having seemingly succumbed to the Martian winter at last, the Mars Phoenix Lander is pronounced deceased by NASA. "NASA official Doug McCuistion counseled people to view Phoenix’s end as 'an Irish wake rather than a funeral. It’s certainly been a grand adventure.'...While some followers said farewell to Phoenix in computer language today, others kept it simple. 'Good bye Phoenix, I love you :(,' said user patach."

"Announcing the closure of the controversial detention facility would be among the most potent signals the incoming administration could send of its sharp break with the Bush era, according to the advisers, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because they are not authorized to speak for the president-elect. They believe the move would create a global wave of diplomatic and popular goodwill that could accelerate the transfer of some detainees to other countries." In the WP today, unnamed Obama advisors make the case for the president-elect closing the Gitmo gulag next-to-immediately. (The ACLU has echoed similarly, and the UN Human Rights Commission suggested thus back in 2006.)

Nevertheless, while agreeing Gitmo is a catastrophic mistake that needs to be rectified pronto, Slate's Jonathan Mahler and Newsweek's Dan Ephron sense some implementation problems ahead. "[T]he prisoner mess created by Bush with the stroke of a pen in November 2001, and made messier over seven years, will take time and resourcefulness to clean up...[T]he controversial facility will probably still be open for business a year from now."

However the national embarrassment at Guantanamo is handled by the new administration, it seems a safe bet that some of the intelligence officials that have carried water for Dubya on Gitmo, torture, warrantless wiretaps, and other issues will soon be sent packing, namely Director of National Intelligence Mike McConnell and CIA head Michael Hayden. "McConnell and Hayden, both career intelligence professionals, interpret the Obama team not reaching out to them as a sign that they will not be kept on, intelligence officials said." But, hey, heck of a job, Mikeys.

"It's a truism that Barack Obama faces the most intractable set of challenges that any president has faced in at least 50 years. But on a few issues in foreign and military policy, he's caught a break. Whether by luck, the effect of his election, or President George W. Bush's stepped-up drive to win last-minute kudos, Obama will enter the White House with some paths to success already marked, if not quite paved." Having covered six diplomatic priorities for Obama right after the election (the link was buried in this post), Slate's Fred Kaplan takes a gander at five foreign policy arenas primed for good news under the coming administration.

"'If you think of this as sort of a combination of [the hunt for] Eric Rudolph, who was the Olympic bomber, and the movie 'Deliverance,' multiplied by a factor of 10, that's really what you're focusing on in trying to find bin Laden,' said Robert Grenier, the former CIA station chief in Pakistan." Also high on the foreign policy to-do list for President-elect Obama: bringing the war on terror back to Osama bin Laden.

Alas, despite Dubya's occasional bouts of half-hearted bluster, it seems the bin Laden trail may well have gone ice-cold over the past few years, while we've been focused on Iraq. "Robert Baer, a former CIA field officer, told CNN he's talked to 'a dozen CIA guys who've been on the hunt for him, and half of them told me they assumed he was dead, the other half said they assumed he was alive, but the key word here is assume. They don't know.'...[Commander of special operations at Tora Bora Dalton] Fury says the best route for the president-elect to take would be to change the dialogue about bin Laden...He believes taunting the al Qaeda leader may force him to prove he's relevant and, in the process, lead the United States right to him."

"Literally, like every week, what you discover writing the two movies...it changes. So, every week there's a discovery, and anything we say this week would be contradicted next week. Certainly that would be true in casting. Why create hopes or why create expectations if down the line you're going to go, 'You know what? That was not a good idea."

While promoting the Hellboy II Blu-Ray, Guillermo del Toro gives a brief status update on The Hobbit, and, in discussing Smaug, once again sings the praises of Matthew Robbins' 1981 Dragonslayer. "The design of the Vermithrax Pejorative is perhaps one of the most perfect creature designs ever made. So, what you have to be careful is not to try to be distinctive just to be distinctive, but Smaug has certain characteristics that make him unique already." (FWIW, along with Excalibur, Clash of the Titans, Tron, and The Black Hole, Dragonslayer is one of the films in that first post-Star Wars genre boom that I count among my earliest movie theater memories. It was also featured prominently in the fan-made Hobbit teaser of several years ago. Good stuff, that.)

Update: Apparently, del Toro is still thinking on Lovecraft as well.

"The Bodyguard goes LIMP and slides off the table. The PENCIL is gone. MAGIC. The Joker BOWS. Grins at Gambol." As part of WB's "For Your Consideration" Oscar-push website, the official script for Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight is now online. Worth a read-through if you enjoyed the film as I did, if only to discover what memorable flourishes by Ledger's Clown Prince of Crime were the actor's creation. (Quite a few of 'em, it seems.)

In anticipation of the second trailer (one of the many coming to theaters with this weekend's Quantum of Solace), six new character posters for Zack Snyder's Watchmen are released. That's right-wing freakshows The Comedian (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) and Rorschach (Jackie Earle Haley) up top. See also Ozymandias (Matthew Goode) with Bubastis, Silk Spectre II (Malin Ackerman), Nite Owl II (Patrick Wilson), and Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup).

Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe, Republicans. Listed #1 among the "50 Facts You Might Not Know about Barack Obama (courtesy of the Daily Telegraph): "He collects Spiderman and Conan the Barbarian comics."

Say whaaat? We already know for sure he's a Wire fan, but can we get some evidentiary back-up on this most recent claim? Are we talking Amazing, Peter Parker, Ultimate or what? Is President-Elect Obama a Ditko guy or a McFarlane guy? And, while the stark raving Right got lost in their "shadow muslim" idiocies, did they all miss the real story? Is our new president really a follower of Crom?

Woodward, Helen Thomas, Mike Isikoff: get on this stat. (And extra points if y'all can extract from our new prez the Riddle of Steel.)

A bold, uncompromising vision of the not-too-distant future, a stark exposé of the greed and corruption that ignited the credit collapse...or a weird cash-in by a director looking to pay some bills? Word is Ridley Scott will direct Monopoly for Warner Brothers, based on the ever-popular, family-destroying board game, "with an eye toward giving it a futuristic sheen along the lines of his iconic 'Blade Runner." (It's unclear as of yet what this does to Joe Haldeman's Forever War.) Um...ok.

By the way, for a solid laugh or three, check out the AICN feed about the news, where wry movie people are having good fun eviscerating the project, and imagining its competitors. I particularly liked "M. Night Shyamalan's BALDERDASH -- You'll never guess what happens!" and "David Cronenerg's DON'T BREAK THE ICE, with Christopher Walken. In 2011, the ice...is gonna break!" (Although, as someone else noted, "Mr. Potato Head" is definitely a better Cronenberg fit.)

Some news the Obama administration may want to contend with when considering any plans to boost American economic productivity right around now: Amid the slew of high-profile new games coming out of late (Fable 2, Fallout 3, Gears of War 2, Call of Duty: World at War), Blizzard's much-awaited 2nd WoW expansion, Wrath of the Lich KIng, drops tonight at midnight. In other words, that serious drag on the Internets tomorrow, as well as the frantic clicking sound you'll be hearing in offices and cubicles around the world, is eleven million people frantically trying to be the first to level from 70 to 80. (I myself plan to take a slightly more leisurely pace with WotLK, meaning I'll probably stop playing through the coming weekend for such relative luxuries as food, sleep, the monthly library book sale, and the new Bond flick.)

Update: [Note: If you're not among the WoW-inclined, just skip over this paragraph.] Ding 80, as of Sunday evening during the Obama 60 Minutes. So far, I've been extremely impressed with the art direction of Northrend, as well as the imagination put into some of the quests. (Lots of fun nods throughout too -- See, for example, the Lost hatch in Sholazar Basin, the Time Bandits quest in Zul'Drak, or the time-travel paradox from Infocom's old Sorcerer game in Dragonblight.) That being said, I am slightly afraid they've made the game too easy to allow more (re: bad) players to access end-game content. I guess we'll soon find out...

"'I was born in 1941, the year they bombed Pearl Harbor. I've been living in darkness ever since,' Dylan said to introduce the song, or as a goodbye, or, as he hadn't spoken before, as a hello. 'But it looks like things are going to change now.' At the end of the stage he stepped out from behind his electric organ and did a jig."

Thus was the freewheelin' Bob Dylan's happy reaction to Obama's election Tuesday night. (As you may remember, he publicly backed the senator in June.) For many others, including yours truly, the feeling of the evening might best be summed up by one of Dylan's esteemed contemporaries, Leonard Cohen: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Halleloooooojah!"

For the first time since 1994, we have a Democratic president and a safely Democratic Congress. For the first time since 1964, we have a Democratic president entering office with a commanding mandate from the people. For the first time since...well, ever, we've reaffirmed our founding principles by choosing an African-American to lead us into the future.

I don't want to overplay the "first black president" thing, because that's not at all why we chose Sen. Obama. Still it must be said: With this election, we have shown the world -- and ourselves -- anew that the American ideal isn't just a convenient myth, but a vision of the good that many of us still aspire to create every day. In the words of Cornel West, "To understand your country, you must love it. To love it, you must, in a sense, accept it. To accept it as how it is, however is to betray it. To accept your country without betraying it, you must love it for that in it which shows what it might become. America - this monument to the genius of ordinary men and women, this place where hope becomes capacity, this long, halting turn of the no into the yes, needs citizens who love it enough to reimagine and remake it." And so we have, in a way the founders of our American experiment 221 years ago could barely have imagined.

Meanwhile, even with crooks like Ted Stevens and Norm Coleman still floating for the moment, our old friends the Republicans are now not only in full rout, but appear to be set to tear each other's throats out in assigning blame for their repudiation at the polls. (Expect several further symposia of conservative hand-wringing, and a lot more intraparty shivving, along the lines of "Palin thinks Africa is a country," in the weeks to come.) This gang will regroup -- they always do -- but for now the GOP has enough problems of their own to keep them busy. And, whatever ever they manage to accomplish as the loyal(?) opposition, it seems a safe bet that the Conservative Era that began with the defeat of Barry Goldwater in 1964 has now officially coughed up its last in 2008, with the defeat of fellow Arizonan John McCain.

By the way, also joining the Republicans on the road to oblivion Tuesday night, alas, was my old laptop, a victim of post-return celebratory spillage. (Jamesons: Good for Jimmy McNulty and jubliant Dems, Bad for computer hardware in and around the television area.) Normally, inadvertently frying my growing-ancient-but-generally-reliable PC would've completely ruined my day. As it was, I took the news about like Baxter eating the whole wheel of cheese: "How'd you do that? Heck, I'm not even mad; that's amazing." (And, fortunately, the hard drive, and the dissertoral files therein, were salvageable regardless.)

One much more depressing skeleton at the feast Tuesday night, about which Ted at Gideonse Bible, Chris at DYFL, and others have written eloquently: the passage of the idiotic Proposition 8 in California, which seemingly won with quite a bit of help from first-time Obama voters. It's irredeemably sad not only that a day that saw so much progress was marred by Prop 8 and its like around the country, but that so many of the voters who helped strike a fatal blow against enduring racial prejudice at the national level seemingly had no qualms about encoding anti-gay bigotry into the California constitution.

Perhaps I'm dense, but I fail to understand how the institution of marriage could somehow be threatened by the state recognizing the unions of same-sex couples, particularly in a day and age when so many straight folk (myself included) have already had marriages that failed. (As my old boss used to say of the thrice-married Bob Barr back when he supported the Defense of Marriage Act: "Which marriage is he defending?") By the way, particularly galling on the Prop 8 front, I think, is the strong imposition of the Mormon church into the battle on the side of the anti-gay zealots. One would think, of all people, the Mormons might have some sense of the damage that can be wrought by the state involving itself in stringent definitions of marriage. But, no, apparently what was good for two ganders in the eyes of the Mormons isn't good for the goose. For shame.

Still, the Prop 8 debacle notwithstanding (I have every faith that within a decade, that law will seem as knee-jerk, narrow-minded, and embarrassing as it in fact is), Tuesday was otherwise a great night for America. What it now befalls us to remember is that, while we should savor them while we can, the path of progress before us will likely offer few such moments of jubilation in the months and years ahead. When it comes to change, it really is "uphill all the way."

Given the economic and diplomatic travails already before President-elect Obama, he'll have his work cut out for him from jump street. And those out there old enough to remember President Clinton's first days in office, and how quickly things seemed to go south then (the sanity-restoring '93 budget bill notwithstanding) will know that a Dem president and Dem Congress is no guarantee of progressive legislation in the offing. We won't see the change we want -- and voted for -- without maintaining steady and unyielding pressure on all the machinery of government in the months and years to come. Now is not the time to sit back and let our new president try to do all the heavy lifting, but to stay involved as citizens and keep the progressive ball moving forward. (And, hey, keeping one's head in the game may help to mitigate those postpartum existential crises The Onion warned us about.)

In an election held eighty years ago (i.e. in the living memory of one Ann Nixon Cooper), Herbert Hoover, the longstanding Secretary of Commerce widely revered as "the Great Engineer" and "the Great Humanitarian," decisively defeated Al Smith, the Catholic Governor of New York. "Given a chance to go forward with the policies of the last eight years," Hoover had promised in his nomination speech, "we shall soon with the help of God be in sight of the day when poverty will be banished from this nation." And, while he obviously had his detractors, many across the country viewed Hoover as a miracle-worker who could singlehandedly steer the country to these new great heights. "We were in a mood for magic," journalist Anne O’Hare McCormick wrote of the Hoover inauguration. "We summoned a great engineer to solve our problems for us; now we sat back comfortably and confidently to watch the problems being solved."

For his part, Hoover was less sanguine about his prospects. "They have a conviction that I am some sort of superman, he fretted. "If some unprecedented calamity should come upon the nation...I would be sacrificed to the unreasoning disappointment of a people who expected too much."

Who among us think Hoover a superman now? History doesn't stop with a war or an election or the collapse of a governing ideology, be it Communism or Conservatism. It grinds inexorably on, always uncertain, always equal parts danger and opportunity, and all too often deeply laced with irony -- Time and time again in our American story, nothing succeeds like abject failure, and nothing fails like a great success. So let's not rest on our laurels by any means: The election of 2008 was a campaign hard-fought and hard-won, but the battle continues, and in many ways the real work before us is only now just beginning.

Let us look to navigate the turbulent waters ahead with a deep and abiding faith in our new captain, but also with our own eyes to the sea.

(Presidents pic via Hal at Blivet and Patrick at Supercres.)

So, here we are at last. After the interminable Democratic primary, the mile-high heights of Denver, the RNC's sputtering lows, all the ignominious Palin follies, and the ugly throes of conservative crack-up we've witnessed over the past month or so, it's at long last decision time.

Not that it's going to be any big surprise to you, but I myself will be voting for Senator Barack Obama of Illinois, for the reasons I listed back in January and for many others, and I strongly encourage you to do the same.

Of course, voting for Obama tomorrow is a much easier call than choosing among the Democratic field a year ago. If any undecided voters actually swing by GitM (a proposition I highly doubt), well, all you really need to know right now is this:

That's it. End of story. If you think Dubya was right 90% of the time, that everything from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan to the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina to the sub-prime mortgage meltdown to national embarrassments such as Gitmo and Abu Ghraib were handled smoothly -- heck, even competently -- by this administration, then John McCain is your man. If you don't, then you should vote Obama.

Similarly, if you think Congress should spend more time pursuing the interests of immensely wealthy corporations and K-street lobbyists rather than representing the American people, that criminals like Duke Cunningham, Boss DeLay, and "Casino Jack" Abramoff should be allowed to plunder the nation's coffers for personal gain, and that the House and Senate should really be devoting their time to such all-consuming issues as flag burning and the fate of poor Terri Schiavo, then you should vote Republican. If, on the other hand, you want to finally move past all that, and help see real change enacted in this country under a President Obama, then you should vote for your Democratic House and Senate candidates, as I plan to.

Now, of course, I myself would take it farther than that. Y'see, I personally don't believe that conservatism works as a governing philosophy -- it never has, and it never will. You wouldn't ask a vegetarian to prepare you a steak, and you don't hire someone who despises government and/or sees it only as his personal bankroll to run a country for you. Unlike the faith-based arguments of all too many Republicans out there, I'd submit that we've got almost two decades of data now to back this assertion up. But, you don't have to take it that far, if you don't want to -- Just look at the record of the last eight years, and that should help clarify who to vote for tomorrow.

As for McCain himself, well, I confess, I'm disappointed in the man. If we'd seen the candidate who ran in 2000, the one who deplored all the right-wing pettiness, racism, and wingnuttery he's now wallowing in, we might've had the first win-win choice for president since...I dunno, Woodrow Wilson and Charles Evans Hughes in 1916? (Update: Upon more reflection, I'll say since Ike and Adlai in '56.) But, the Saruman analogy holds here too. In pursuit of power, McCain turned from that path a long time ago -- he enabled the Dubya administration in its idiocies, he began to coddle the hardcore right-wing fundies rather than stand up to them, he sold out his own campaign finance reform stance, and he even started to traffick in the same lowest-common-denominator, Rovian filth that was used to bring him low in South Carolina eight years ago. His choice of Sarah Palin for veep, so pathetically craven in its attempt to appease the stark raving fundies and grab disgruntled Clinton voters, was merely the cherry on top.

In short, when the worst impulses of right-wing gutter politics came a-knockin' at his door, John McCain -- for whatever reason -- blinked, and completely caved to their onslaught. In this election campaign, he has put His Own Ambition First, and in so doing, he has sold his soul. For the choices he's made during this election season alone, John McCain has lost any credibility he might've had to serve as our nation's commander-in-chief.

Fortunately, I firmly believe that, after tomorrow, John McCain and the sad, tired remnants of his cause will be old news. We have an exemplary, once-in-a-generation-type candidate in Barack Obama, and I refuse to believe I live in a country that would squander the amazing opportunity before us to elect him our president.

But, you never know... So, yes, the polls look great, but they looked good in 2004 as well (even the exit polls did, in fact), and we all know how that story turned out. So, let's handle our business tomorrow, get out to vote, and get to work on rebuilding this country. We have so much work to do.

Vote Obama, 2008.

"With optimism, you look upon the sunny side of things. People say, 'Studs, you're an optimist.' I never said I was an optimist. I have hope because what's the alternative to hope? Despair? If you have despair, you might as well put your head in the oven."

Popular historian, talk show host, and chronicler of the American story Studs Terkel, 1912-2008. "I've always felt, in all my books, that there's a deep decency in the American people and a native intelligence -- providing they have the facts, providing they have the information."

Update: "She was the cornerstone of our family, and a woman of extraordinary accomplishment, strength, and humility. She was the person who encouraged and allowed us to take chances. She was proud of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and left this world with the knowledge that her impact on all of us was meaningful and enduring. Our debt to her is beyond measure." This evening brings sad news of the passing of a lady with whom Terkel could've spent many joyous hours, I'm sure: Madelyn Dunham, grandmother to Barack Obama, 1922-2008.

In the trailer bin of late:

Before we set about picking a new president, some thoughts on the departing one: Oliver Stone's W, which I saw a few weeks ago and have been negligent in writing about, is a decently enjoyable and surprisingly sympathetic portrayal of America's worst president since James Buchanan. Still, it also seems a film that very few among the electorate were in the mood for right about now: Many lefties, I think, were looking for more red meat from the famously confrontational and controversial Stone, while conservatives were never going to set foot in the theater in the first place. As it is, W seems to have gotten sorta lost in the shuffle...which is too bad, really. It's a solid-enough biopic, and definitely far better than Stone's recent misfires, Alexander and World Trade Center. And, while it's played mostly straight, there are still a few funny satiric jabs interspersed throughout the film. (See, for example, Dubya and the Vulcans getting lost on a dusty Texas hike.) So I'd recommend it...with some misgivings.

As with his underrated take on Nixon, Stone mainly seems to want to understand, and thus humanize, Dubya here -- Don't judge a man until you've walked a mile in his boots, etc. etc. And yet, while I found both the sentiment and the attempt laudable, I also think Stone may have missed the mark a bit here. In making Dubya so congenial (partly the fault of Josh Brolin, I guess, who's both great and thoroughly likable in the role), and in putting so much emphasis on his daddy issues (more on that in a bit), Stone seems to absolve 43 of more than he should in the end. However oppressive the psychological burden of being a Bush, Dubya was ultimately his own man and his own president, and, lordy, was he a terrible one. However, generous Stone's impulse in trying to understand Dubya, you can't just pin all of the incompetence and misdeeds of the past eight years on a lousy, poor-little-rich-boy upbringing.

If you've ever read anything about Bush 43, the story goes as you might expect: After a brief intro in Rangers Stadium, we meet President George W. Bush (Brolin) and various advisors in the Oval Office, as they mull over the decision to go to war to Iraq in 2003. (Speaking of which, Cheney seems a bit too Dreyfussian to me, Jeffrey Wright's Powell is far too heroic, and Toby Jones is too lithe and elfin -- and not nearly porcine enough -- to capture Karl Rove, but Thandie Newton's nerdy, scroonchy-faced Condi Rice is both kinda cruel and scarily dead-on.) In any case, soon thereafter we flip back to Junior's days at Yale, where the young dauphin spends his time drinking, frat-ernizing, and generally upholding the unyoked humor of his idleness. Basically, Dubya -- crafty and streetwise, but too often convinced in the infallibility of his "gut" -- is a good-natured screw-up of the first order, and he'd be the first to admit it, as he does time and time again to the long-suffering, emotionally reticent if otherwise indulgent "Poppy" (James Cromwell).

Yet, despite failure after failure, this good-timin' man evenually manages to muster up one great success in his life by wooing a good-hearted woman, the lovely librarian Laura (Elizabeth Banks). And, after a literal come-to-Jesus moment at the age of 40 (that's right, the bottle let him down), Dubya decides he will follow in Poppy's footsteps and enter the family business of politics. But, will his parents ever take this prodigal son seriously, particularly as compared to the family's one great hope, Jeb? And, even if they do, what lengths will Dubya go to alleviate his long-standing psychological issues with his father at this point? Would he, for example, start a war he thinks 41 didn't finish?

Now, from Charlie Sheen choosing between his working-class hero pa and Gordon Gekko in Wall Street, to Mickey and Mallory Knox inflicting the consequences of their childhood/sexual abuse on unsuspecting bystanders in Natural Born Killers, psychologically overdetermined characterization due to daddy issues is usually as omnipresent as mystical shamans in Oliver Stone films. (Or, for the other side of the coin, consider Mother Mary Steenburgen as the Ghost of Quaker Past in Nixon, or Angelina Jolie hissing with snakes in Alexander.) And, by itself, the Poppy-Dubya emphasis doesn't bother me all that much -- Stone is at his best when he's painting on a broad canvas and laying it on thick, and just as the "cancer on the presidency" that was Watergate lent itself well to the gothic, Fall of the House of Usher look of Nixon, the story of 41 and 43 is an easy target for Henry IV/Henry V-type overtones.

All that being said, can all the colossal mistakes and errors in judgment that have characterized the past eight years really just be attributed to the Dubya family dynamic? Stone tries to mitigate this notion some, I guess, by giving us an imaginary disquisition in the War Room on the World According to Dick Cheney. (It involves oil, Iran, and the embrace of empire.) Still, one mostly gets the sense here that Dubya is a regular, friendly fellow who's just bitten off more than he can chew in an attempt to please his pop. Such a reading, I think, underplays Dubya's own arrogance, his close-minded conviction in his own sense of the right, his Ivy League legacy-kid air of entitlement, his sniveling weasliness when caught in a pickle, and his habitual intellectual dishonesty. Put another way, I get the sense the real Dubya is much more of an unlikable jackass than Stone and Brolin make him out to be here, and you can't just pin all that and Dubya's constant sucking as president on Pop. I mean, c'mon now, dads don't get much worse than Darth Vader, but Luke turned out ok (if a bit whiny like the old man.) Eventually, the man must stand -- and fall -- on his own.

Still, for all its wallowing in Freudian father issues, W does end on an enjoyably bizarre note, with Dubya writhing on the horns of existential crisis. (No wonder he started reading The Stranger.) Has the prodigal son succeeded beyond his father's wildest dreams in Iraq, or has he forever shrouded the Bush name in ignominy? And how does one handle a situation like the one in Iraq anyway, where, unlike baseball (and bowling), there are no rules? For Dubya, it seems, the story ends at is has for him in most other situations -- with him walking away with a smile, not looking back, and leaving someone else to clean up the godawful mess he's left behind.