All the President’s Men..1976

Director: Alan j.Pakula

Music: David Shire

rohit SAYS,

All the ingredients of a super quick drama

…this movie starring two of the best of the previous generation of Hollywood redefines stylish cinema as we know it.

The plot of the feature is based upon the controversy in the Nixon government about illegal funds. It starts of with a burglary by 5 individuals to steal some confidential files from a Democratic Party building. Now, we have the introduction of our leads in as much style as possible.

Robert Redford playing Bob Woodward is a new journalist for the Washington Post and Carl Bernstein played by the truly elegant Dustin Hoffman is his colleague who had been working for the paper for quite some time. After watching this flick one would surely consider a career option as a journalist who smokes fags all the while because of the aura spread about by Hoffman in this film.

The screenplay moves at an intense pace through out the movie with Bob and Carl putting the pieces together about the conspiracy. The show starts off as a Redford one, but, Hoffman just steals every frame he’s in and just blazes through the screen.

The way the duo approaches their sources for information and every single conversation is what every maker should look up to if they want to know how much precision adds to a movie.

The sound of the film…I have never seen such a thing. There is absolutely no background score or any music through out the film. Only the sync sounds. It did deserve an Oscar!!

Ben Bradlee played by Jason Robarts is the editor-in-chief of the paper who just keeps bettering the film every time he comes on screen. However, of all the things of this ace flick the duo of Redford and Hoffman is what makes it greatly enjoyable.

The first encounter between the two leads, every single phone call conversation and the late night meets of the Carl and Bob would be my personal selects of the best scenes in the movie.

Rating- √√√√- Redford Hoffman show


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