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Stardumb: Richard Clarke and John Calley
Weekly Standard ^ | 4/26/04 | David Skinner

Posted on 04/26/2004 3:28:13 PM PDT by swilhelm73

HOLLYWOOD HATES BUSH. Richard Clarke hates Bush. Is it any wonder that Sony Pictures has bought the rights to Against All Enemies, Richard Clarke's indignant I-was-there-so-I-should-know polemical memoir?

At Sony, John Calley will be responsible for overseeing the project's development. "You could shoot the first 56 pages and have an extraordinary half of a movie," he told the New York Times, "then it goes on to more enthralling stuff."

A remarkable suggestion, and reason enough to devote this Stardumb to John Calley and Richard Clarke jointly. Good job, boys. (Confetti, streamers, so on.)

Now, the first 56 pages of Against All Enemies are dominated by 9/11, and Richard Clarke's account of 9/11--the actual day--is dominated by Richard Clarke. To the point where Sony might want to model the movie's title after such author-centric formulations as Brahm Stoker's Dracula and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Forget Against All Enemies; this should be Richard Clarke's 9/11.

To joke like this is to immediately see the absurdity of Clarke's breathless moment-by-moment dramatization of the day al Qaeda hijacked four planes, destroyed the World Trade Center, crashed into the Pentagon, and killed 3,000 Americans before a watching, horrified world. Because in Clarke's telling, September 11 was really about him.

THIS MUCH CAN BE SAID: He goes a long way to make himself worthy of a title role. With all the chaos and calamity unfolding around him, Richard Clarke cuts a striking figure, like someone ripped from the pages of political thriller, or rather someone ripped from the pages of an amateur political thriller.

"It's a self-implementing policy," he says at one point, never too rushed for a witticism, not even on September 11, "or as you guys from the Pentagon would say, a self-licking ice cream cone."

And this Clarke character is lightning quick in his thinking.

"We got the passenger manifests from the airlines. We recognize some names, Dick. They're al Qaeda," says Frank Miller of the FBI to Clarke, who is running the emergency response from the White House.

"I was stunned," Clarke then says, "not that the attack was al Qaeda but that there were al Qaeda operatives on board aircraft using names that FBI knew were al Qaeda.

"'How the fuck did they get on board then?' I demanded."

For Richard Clarke, the implications of such a statement don't need to be unpacked. He doesn't ask Miller what he means; he doesn't ask if these names were on a watch list, or were names the FBI had learned about too recently to disseminate; he doesn't imagine any bureaucratic disconnect or ineffective surveillance kept the knowledge of these names from resulting in the barring of these terrorists from airplanes. Decades of government work under his belt and he imagines that one hand--of course!--knows what the other is doing, in even so complex a system of organization.

The movie will surely be one of those where characters (the smart ones anyway) are so intimate with each other's background and instincts that they easily predict the actions of their friends and enemies. Late on the night of 9/11, says Clarke, "I realized with almost a sharp physical pain that Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz were going to try to take advantage of this national tragedy to promote their agenda about Iraq."

Other characters are introduced with these pitch-perfect thumbnail sketches that lay out their bona fides or deficiencies: "I had known Dick Cheney for a dozen years and for that long been fascinated at how complex a person he was. On the surface, he was quiet and soft-spoken. Below that surface calm ran strong, almost extreme beliefs. He had been one of the five most radical conservatives in the Congress."

Where my BS detector goes off while reading this passage is at the number 5, as in "the five most radical members of the Congress." To introduce information in the course of an action narrative is to suggest its presence in the mind of character. Hero-narrator Clarke makes it sound as if his brain calls up such information at will. Of course, what Clarke's doing is spicing the narrative years later--with an Almanac of American Politics or some other reference work at his disposal--but in the book he's a cool customer sizing up everyone around him, accessing everything he knows. And he does know everything.

Sometimes this omniscience turns to know-it-all-ness. In a White House bunker, the vice president, Mrs. Cheney, and Condoleezza Rice are holed up. The vice president complains that the "comms in this place are terrible."

Clarke replies: "'Now you know why I wanted the money for a new bunker?' I could not resist. The President had canceled my plans for a replacement facility."

ANOTHER OF CLARKE'S annoying stylistic tics is his marked preference for official lingo, preferably shortened to make everyone sound clipped, tired, and cynical. It helps with the saw-it-all-coming tone, though it also leads to a few lines that will have to be cut from the movie script, as when Clarke announces in the situation room that "POTUS is inbound Offutt." Had he said simply that the president was flying into "Offutt," I might not have laughed.

Another howler appears on page 25, when Paul Kurtz, also of the White House counterterrorism team, is on the phone with Verizon talking about what to do with the stock exchange: "I asked Kurtz to put them on hold for a minute, so I could give him what in the White House we call guidance." Yeah, the White House is a world unto itself, they have different words for everything.

And what a memory he has! Writing his book years later, Clarke can still recall every scene, statement, word, and inflection from September 11. He takes part in dozens of conversations with at least a dozen people over the course of a grueling day, and yet not a word escaped him when it came time to put pen to paper.

And it's not as if at the end of September 11, he immediately started taking notes, not a tough guy like Clarke. Sent home to get some shut-eye, he's up "an hour later. . . . I had to get back to the White House and begin planning to prevent follow-on attacks. I found my Secret Service-issued .357 sidearm, thrust it in my belt, and went back into the night, back to the West Wing."

Barbromter: For turning himself into an action hero, instead of just telling it straight with all the limitations that time and humility impose, Dick Clarke gets three Barbra Streisands. For eating it up, John Calley also gets three.

Grader's Comment: Hollywood hasn't produced a single war movie with the country in the grip of a life-or-death struggle with a shadowy enemy who draws sustenance from some of the most horrible regimes on earth. And while the likes of Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein fail to capture the imaginations of big studios, Dick Clarke's told-you-so, a valet's view of presidential leadership does. Good grief.


TOPICS: Crime/Corruption; Culture/Society; War on Terror
KEYWORDS: johncalley; richardclarke

1 posted on 04/26/2004 3:28:13 PM PDT by swilhelm73
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To: swilhelm73
Well, we need to learn from the media's handling of the Passion - the more we cry foul the more attention this movie will get. Perhaps our best efforts are to keep any talk of this film off the FR website and agree NOT to go see it when its released....Restrained activity can be productive!
2 posted on 04/26/2004 3:35:13 PM PDT by princess leah
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To: princess leah
I'd argue that you could not sucessfully compare the two movies in hardly any other meaningful respect for many obvious reasons.

What did we learn about the media with that crappy movie about Ronald Reagan?

The media did not like "The Passion", but they loved the Reagan movie.

To roughly quote Jules Winnfield:

"You can't trust Melony {the media}, but you can trust the Melony to be Melony."

3 posted on 04/26/2004 7:25:16 PM PDT by perfect stranger ("Don't shoot – I'm Che! I'm worth more to you alive than dead!" Che Guevara October 1967)
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To: swilhelm73
I found my Secret Service-issued .357 sidearm, thrust it in my belt, and went back into the night, back to the West Wing."

That sounds like a load of Bravo Sierra. (Either that or the guy's an absolute idiot.)

4 posted on 04/26/2004 7:33:47 PM PDT by Bob
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