Scott Marks noon, Jan. 11
At one point in Alison Klayman’s documentary on political provocateur Steve Bannon’s doings following his departure from the White House, the populist proselytizer turns to the camera and says, “I’m gonna get so crushed in this film.” He says it because he’s a supposed friend of the working man, and at the moment, he’s walking through a posh private airport on his way to yet another suite in a five-star hotel — such places are where he seems to prefer to do business, take meetings, give interviews, etc. And he’s right: Klayman is in full camera-as-hammer mode, beating on Bannon with moments both silly (oft-repeated lines during speeches and meet and greets) and serious (an interview with a journalist who has done his homework regarding Bannon’s, shall we say, questionable European connections). But he doesn’t mind overmuch, because as he says, Trump taught him that there’s no such thing as bad media in an age where attention is currency. But aside from Bannon’s own weird magnetism — it’s fascinating to see the way he attracts some as strongly as he repulses others — there isn’t much reason why this isn’t a magazine article instead of a movie. 2019.