Ginny and I saw Z at the Burns yesterday. Such a brilliant movie–fabulous acting, tremendous direction by Costas Gavras. The quiet, firm intensity of Jean Louis Trintignant as the honest judge is piercing (the way he demands “Nomme, pronomme, occupation” from the exalted commanders of the gendarmarie is to behold justice made flesh), and the others, especially Yves Montand, are completely credible. The scenes of the riots and protests are thrilling, and the end–the accounting–is devastating. And the music! Exhilarating! Was All the President’s Men a better political thriller? Hard to choose, hard to choose.
