I watched this movie last week, and I halfway thought I would dust off my sidelines view of reporting to write a post(There are two things I can say: It takes a lot of people to get things this wrong. Also, it's not helpful to try to redirect character assassination with more character assassination even if we are all frustrated by a jaded media and its 24-hour appetite.
Profiling is more of an art than a science...it did make some sense, though to take a look at the over-eager wannabe with a dedication to his job, which many would see as a dead end, that bordered on rigid and obsessive.(But then, I sit here doing this and sometimes I think "At least Richard Jewell got paid."
Sometimes finding pleasure in the small things, or dedication in the face of impossible odds has a sad side. But as more and more people get either automated or nickel-and-dimed out of giving a shit, there was something to be admired about how much Jewell cared. Enough that he hurt himself repeatedly, in fact.
I'm not a neurologist or a diagnostician--haven't even seen one myself for decades,but the Jewell story feels a bit like a disability story to me, for all that he drove cars and shot guns and all that...Plenty of disabled people, or people a point or two on either side of some imagined border we tend to think of as "normal" want to help the cops so much they make confessions which are proven to be false. At least Richard Jewell wasn't that guy.
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