Journalism isn’t doing so hot right now, but at least the profession can say a movie about it rightfully stole “The Revenant”’s Best Picture Oscar. Tom McCarthy’s plain-to-a-fault drama may concern Boston’s Catholic Church sex abuse scandal, but it focuses exclusively on the dogged old school reporters who pursued the story for months and months.
It’s a big sloppy kiss on an embattled profession, filled with Type-A perfectionists hitting the streets, wearing blindingly bland khakis, occasionally shoving gross foodstuffs into their gourds. And of course, it only serves to remind us that they’re a dying breed: that newspapers are folding, that journos are struggling and that scandals like these will have a less likely chance of getting exposed in our brave new world. No wonder it scored the top Academy Award.