As far as documentaries go, well produced. What's left to the imagination is just as powerful as what's said – for instance that he was running a pharmaceutical company when he was asked to go to Iraq as an envoy in 1980s and what was discussed for hours with Tariq Aziz. His personal interests in war production – the only thing that's certain – are not discussed but something has to be left to the viewer to research.
Although an interesting documentary, don't go in expecting Rumsfeld to spill his guts like the men in Act of Killing do. He hasn't wriggled his way out of numerous sticky situations to end up breaking down and self-sabotaging himself in front of Morris's camera. As Nixon once said "He's a ruthless little bastard. You can be sure of that."
Errol Morris demuestra una vez más el dominio que tiene sobre el lenguaje audiovisual, con una película documental con aire de thriller como acostumbra en varias ocasiones, creada artificiosamente con el ritmo y la banda sonora propicia para el género. El retrato de este personaje siniestro y cínico se explora desde su propia voz y las acciones de las cuales fue el principal responsable.
Rumsfeld is a great man. He's just not a very good one. I've stolen that phrase from somewhere, but it fits very well here. It's almost unfair to compare Rumsfeld, who does come across competent enough for a position as demanding as US defense secretary, against the genius of Robert McNamera. He completely pales in comparison when seeming to try at McNamera's cool-mindedness but ends up confused by his own wordplay.
Too soon. While hearing Rumsfeld recount his past before the ensuing post 9/11 catastrofuck was kind of interesting but definitely informative, listening to this reptile prattle on about that historic day, the resulting fallout and everything leading up to his "resignation" still fucking stings. If I was able to get past that I'd be willing to admit this is a decent doc for whatever that's worth.
TIFF '13 Some will accuse Morris of trying to replicate 'The Fog of War', as it takes on Rumsfield in the same vein as it did McNamara but they may better compare it to 'Tabloid'. When one tells as many lies as Joyce or Donald one may eventually come to believe one's own self truth. This documentary is vastly entertaining and though one may loath Rumsfield's politics he is one charismatic, likable snake charmer.
Better than fog of war. Morris demonstrates a masterful level of restraint and in turn allows an unapologetic Rumsfeld to expose himself on his own. What we are left with is the horrifying sensation that there is nothing behind this cheshire cat but an empty grin. Hollow wordplay becomes Rumsfeld's unsuccessful attempt at a redemption he appears not to seek proving once again that pharaohs have no need for irony.
Not as shattering as Fog of War, to which it invites obvious (if not entirely fair) comparisons. In part, this is because the history is closer, in part because Morris's structure is looser and with few surprises, and mostly because Rumsfeld himself is less open. But every question he dodges with a grin has an impact, and the broad sweep is a vital, human look at the hubris and fading days of an empire. 4 stars.