In his epic (the term I would put above any other quality, including stellar acting, and certainly documentary integrity) JFK, the film of my year if not for the equal directorial qualities of Jonathan Demme and the stellar-is-an-understatement-exceeding ones of the great Welshman (nothing bad implied about Mr. Costner, who certainly put out one of his best performances, and from a position of more jovenly youthfulness) the near-eponymous Mr. Stone lays out a thesis of both profound clarity and a sprawl so wide it is resoundingly - with, I suspect, the sympathy of some moviegoers - rejected by the jury, spoilers abound. While this effort of failure, by Mr. Garrison that is (which he apparently didn't mind reminding the American and Louisiana public of, being present as the antagonistic Justice Warren, of California, the old double kingdom and the verdict marked in the name Myrdal, that is)
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