What to make of a movie like this? The Club isn’t really about molestation or politics so much as it is about the mysterious netherworld of guilt, shame, fear, and righteousness, and how those things sometimes become tangled together. It’s occasionally beautiful, but just as often stomach-turning. You watch it at a remove, but still with a combination of pity and horror and regret. Maybe that’s the idea. For a brief, agonizing moment, you share the spiritual quicksand with these disgraced men.
February 07, 2016