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A film of integrity and disclosure, a controversial chapter in American history that substitutes clinical accuracy for Hollywood embellishment, with an impressive attention to detail and an admirable respect for suspenseful narrative.
For those who are drawn to re-creations of historical controversies that pack more gravitas and outright tragedy, Chappaquiddick could prove satisfying enough, especially with the in-vogue-again Kennedy clan at the center.
Chappaquiddick reminds us that without the Kennedy name and influence, the man who drove a car off a bridge, swam to shore and left a young woman to die, and then went into hiding and defense mode, should have gone to jail for a long time.
In the final analysis "Chappaquiddick" is the story of a weak man. Maybe someone who had deep-seated reasons for that weakness, but still a not particularly appealing individual whose actions frustrate rather than draw us in.
Did Sen. Ted Kennedy (an electrifying Jason Clarke) leave a female passenger to drown when his car plunged off a bridge in 1969? Instead of scandal, this questing film examines the broken moral compass of a driven politician.
Whether or not events actually unfolded this way, the story the film tells is an interesting and complicated character study, with something to say about the corrosive effects of power and privilege on both the innocent and the guilty.
Rather than simply point out that the famous man did a bad thing, Clarke's Kennedy is something more elemental, a snapshot of a failure of all the things masculinity was and to some degree is still billed as.
An entertainingly brutal portrait of feckless privilege and buried tragedy, hewing reasonably close to those points we know to be true and juicily provocative about what happened in rooms you and I weren't privy to.
Here is a family that entrenched itself in the American imagination by campaigning on symbolism, and Chappaquiddick hits its better strides when it turns the camera on the relationship between its stars and script doctors.
First-time screenwriters Taylor Allen and Andrew Logan's tight script sticks mostly to the well-documented facts and aftermath, and Clarke lets his Teddy live in the tricky place between sympathy and straight villain-hood.
The push and pull of this movie is really between the lead character and the audience. One moment we feel compassionate: he wants to do the right thing. The next moment he's gone down the cover-up rabbit hole and is an irredeemable swine.