For all his talent, Anthony Hopkins’s—and Oliver Stone’s—Richard Nixon in 1996’s Nixon is simply weird, naught but a man with his demons.  The film itself has its stylistic demons to boot, what with all its flashiness and now-color, now-monochrome silliness.  Yes, there are a few strong scenes and some bright dialogue, but . . . well, to have Nixon discuss policy and procedures while his cabinet men frequently look as though they’re baffled and suspicious is deeply stupid.  I didn’t buy it for a second.

Of course this is not the Nixon of history, but who is he, really?  Only another unscrupulous but unfortunate, semi-tragic figure.  And he is used for a movie with basically inconsequential meaning.

Nixon (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)