Frost/Nixon [DVD]

If you think Blu-Ray is just for action films, you need to take a look at this film which features superb picture quality, sound quality and great extras. Even with a Profile 1.1 player (subject to firmware) you should be able to watch Picture-in-Picture contrasts between the original interviews and the cinematographic recreations.

The film is full of superb acting performances. Frank Langella is the star as a brooding, tormented and nigh-on demented Nixon at times. Sheen is superb as Frost managing to juggle a seemingly native superciliousness with an inner resolve to prove that he is more than the lightweight talk-show bunny for which he is initially dismissed by almost all around him. Kevin Bacon is also excellent as Nixon's bulldog like lawyer. Sam Rockwell from "Jesse James and Robert Ford" is also energetic and convincing as part of Frost's investigative team. Matthew Macfayden is a very good foil to Frost, and only Oliver Platt is a little weak as Rockwell's colleague. He is partly let down by having too much of the film's rarest resource: occasionally duff dialogue.

For the most part, as a stage-adaptation should offer, the dialogue is very good. Perhaps the boxing metaphors as a description of the verbal contest are occasionally overdone - Langella's comment to Bacon about "throwing in the towel" comes off a little half-baked. My only other minor criticisms would be that the film is a bit of a slow-burner, although gripping once the two leads have met. And I also found that Rebecca Hall's role as Miss Cushing seemed somewhat expendable. It seemed to me more the traditional economic wisdom that without any prominent female roles the film is not sufficiently relatable for half of ticket-buying humanity than genuine dramaturgy. I am of course not advocating films with fewer female roles! Just questioning how well managed they were in Frost/Nixon.

Minor gripes aside this is a compelling grown-up drama, a worthy Oscar candidate and a film well worth seeing. Why not buy the DVD? There are plenty of close-ups were seeing every pore of the contenders' faces blossoms so much more in High Definition, and a DTS HD Master Audio soundtrack means you will never be reaching for the subtitles button even when words are whispered or intoned closer to incoherence than one might normally want due to emotional pressure. Highly recommended.

You know, Richard Nixon has always been something of a mystery to me. Coming from a generation that never experienced Watergate and the resulting political fallout first hand, certain aspects of this enigmatic man were lost on me. What little I knew of him came via his less-than-flattering public image - a sullen, aloof and paranoid loner, mooching around the White House with unshaven jowls and a sweaty brow as he imagined his enemies (real or not) plotting to derail his road to greatness.

Thus, I came into Frost/Nixon as a bit of a blank slate, and in many ways, I'm glad I did.

In 1974, in the wake of the Watergate scandal and threats of impeachment, Richard Nixon becomes the first and only President in US history to resign while still in office. Absolved of all wrong-doing by his successor Gerald Ford, he retires to a life of virtual obscurity on the West Coast. But the wilderness doesn't sit well with the former President, and he soon begins a public relations comeback effort.

In steps David Frost, a lightweight but massively ambitious British talk show host notorious for his playboy lifestyle, who manages to put together a deal to interview Nixon about his life, his Presidency and, most importantly, about Watergate. Believing Frost to be a lightweight on the political stage rather than a serious investigative journalist, and seening an opportunity to rebuild his reputation, Nixon agrees.

What follows is a verbal and intellectual battle between the two men as they fight for their respective causes - Frost to uncover the truth and Nixon to protect it. With both of their careers on the line, neither will pull any punches. But there can only be one winner.

The thing that undoubtedly makes Ron Howard's big screen stage play adaptation so compelling are the excellent performances from leads Sheen and Lengella as Frost and Nixon, respectively. Sheen, the consumate impersonator, does an excellent job as Frost, mimicking his mannerisms and speech patterns perfectly.

He also brings home just how much Frost gambled on these interviews - he had invested all of his personal finances, not to mention borrowing money from friends in order to make the deal a reality. At times, the pressure on him is almost overwhelming.

Kevin Bacon and Sam Rockwell give solid supporting performances as Nixon's Chief of Staff and Frost's head researcher respectively, and Rebecca Hall is there to provide decent eye candy.

But the real star of the show is without doubt Frank Langella as the restless, tormented Richard Nixon. Even with his stooped posture and greying wig, he doesn't look or even sound much like the former President, but he somehow embodies everything vital about Nixon - his self destructive combination of intellectual brilliance and self doubt, defiance and regret, arrogance and self hatred. In every scene he's in, he literally is Nixon.

In one of the most compelling scenes of the movie, a confident Nixon has managed to outplay Frost in every interview, leaving only Watergate still to be resolved. But even then his demons get the better of him, and in a drunken late night phone call to Frost's hotel room, he taunts his nemesis and bitterly rails against his perceived enemies in The Establishment. More than anything, this one scene gives the greatest insight into the mind that was capable of such great achievements and such terrible mistakes.

Ultimately, Frost, filled with fresh determination in the wake of his phone call from Nixon, comes into the final interview focussed and ready. And at last, he's able to do what no Supreme Court judge ever could - elicit a confession from the former President.

Frost/Nixon is one of those rare films that I find hard to fault, not because it is flawless, but rather because I enjoyed it so much that it's problems almost pale into insignificance. If I was to be truly critical, I'd question the inclusion of Rebecca Hall, since she really doesn't do much except pout and look pretty - she's there to balance out a largely all-male cast, nothing more. And from a more historical perspective, I know this movie exaggerates certain elements of the Frost/Nixon interviews for the sake of drama (Nixon was in fact convinced by his own people to make the admission of guilt), but I really don't care about these problems, because I just like this film.

Ron Howard's take on this compelling political drama is well worth watching, both for those who lived through this turbulent period in American political life and those, like me, who see it in retrospect.

The young David Frost is so different to the drawling, sofa-dwelling, avuncular elder statesman of television we're used to today that his behaviour grabs the attention rather than Michael Sheen's uncanny impersonation-cum-performance. The young Frostie is a high-stakes, womanising chancer, one prepared to bet both fortune and reputation all-in for a shot at an interview with post-Watergate Richard Nixon. For his part, Frank Langella, despite his unfortunate and highly ironic resemblance to Leonid Brezhnev, imbues his Richard Nixon with enough wounded classical gravitas that from the word go we daren't dismiss him as a two-dimensional crook.

The fee Nixon's agent charges is exorbitant, and the disgraced former president's eye is not only on the financial prize. To him, Frost is a lightweight. An easy alternative to the flocks of US journalists all too eager to swoop and devour him following his resignation. Surely, this is his chance to dominate the limelight and buff the tarnish from his reputation once and for all.

Indeed, Sheen's Frost is initially blazé, relying on his breezy, light-entertainment familiarity with the camera during their interviews in a suburban home. Only during his first clashes with the unrepentant Republican heavy-hitter does Frost realise how far out of his depth he's swum. Kevin Bacon's Smithersesque right-hand-man-to-the-President character compares the clash of the two men to a boxing match early in the film. You soon understand the reason for the film's bluntly truncated title: Frost-Nixon is to journalism as Lewis-Tyson is to boxing.

It's only prior to the final round does Frost realise how reckless and naïve he's been in staking so much on the interviews. Can the English schmoozer press the fight with his gloves off? With another Republican president with a dodgy track record more recently gone from the White House, we certainly hope so.

Not a shot is fired; not a car is chased. However, I would recommend this film to even the most die-hard action film junkie. Thanks to Sheen and Langella's edge-of-the-seat two-man masterclass in acting, this is one 'talkie' film that packs all the punch of any legendary sporting fixture you care to name.

So, when can we bundle Paxman off to Texas?