Mank (2020)
(Netflix Streaming, March 2021) For all of the times when I felt excluded by a favourite director getting interested in some esoteric topics far away from mine, here is the exact opposite: David Fincher going full out on an examination of 1930s Hollywood, through a dramatization of Herman Mankiewicz’s work on the script that would become Citizen Kane. Written from a script authored by Fincher’s father, Mank is a film that goes back ninety years to show, in fantastic black-and-white, the tumultuous Hollywood experience of a writer too clever for his own good — a member of MGM’s screenwriting team who gets involved in state politics, who hobnobs with Hollywood royalty, who challenges and alienates nearly everyone he gets in contact with. Mankiewicz was a larger-than-life personality — consciously abrasive, ferociously talented, witty but also prone to obsessive behaviour and all-consuming alcoholism. Through him, we get a tour of the Hollywood machine from 1934 to 1940 in short vignettes that ring remarkably true to those who know the era. Thanks to Fincher’s legendary attention to detail, we know that even the silhouetted one-line characters are meant to be real historical characters, and you can recognize several of them just by their headshots. As for the lead character himself, his terrific lines are delivered by none other than Gary Oldman — clearly twenty years too old to play the fortysomething Mankiewicz, but clearly relishing the material as a cantankerous screenwriter dealing with a blank page. It’s a great deal of fun, but I’m saying so with a few years’ worth of interest in 1930s Hollywood and an increasingly encyclopedic understanding of who was who at the time. I don’t particularly agree with some of the dramatizations used here (I’m one of those traditionalists who think that Orson Welles equally shaped Citizen Kane’s script) but I like that Fincher has turned his energies to this project for years and that we got a wonderful look at the early days of the Dream Factory as a result. Yes, Mank is long and talky and occasionally too dramatic (such as the scene where Mankiewicz gets cast out of Hearst House) but I still liked it quite a bit. For all of the times when a film doesn’t play to my interest, here’s one that does, and I’m going to appreciate the results.