Hey. I recently re-watched The Candidate, Michael Ritchie’s (still!) revealing dry-as-bone satire on American politics/campaigning. The film has a few too many montages, and struck me in this viewing as stretched from a more perfect 80-90 minute stripped-down narrative into a slightly-bloated two hours. (Compared to the complicated fun of Tanner ’88, which admittedly had a few hours to tease out more narrative entanglements.) But Redford is … well, he’s as good at suggesting an ironic critique of flat pretty surface as Warren Beatty has been. Continue reading Candidates