The biggest thing I took away from Clint Eastwood’s J. Edgar is that this guy:
grows old to become this guy:
Ah, aging: it’s the great equalizer, isn’t it? It gives us uglies the hope to embrace wrinkles and liver spots.
Otherwise, the movie seemed to be about a man who served his country and left it with the federal fingerprint database. And a national sense of paranoia. And a conflicted sexuality. And Norman Bates’ fashion sense.
And the foreboding sense that those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.
But that may be a little off topic.