"Fair Game": Relive the Bush-Cheney wonder years

Director Doug Liman and star Naomi Watts ponder the murky lessons of the Valerie Plame-Joseph Wilson affair

By Andrew O'Hehir

Executive Editor

Published May 20, 2010 5:30PM (EDT)

Cast member Naomi Watts attends a news conference for the film Fair Game in competition at the 63rd Cannes Film Festival May 20, 2010.     REUTERS/Vincent kessler (FRANCE - Tags: ENTERTAINMENT) (© Vincent Kessler / Reuters)
Cast member Naomi Watts attends a news conference for the film Fair Game in competition at the 63rd Cannes Film Festival May 20, 2010. REUTERS/Vincent kessler (FRANCE - Tags: ENTERTAINMENT) (© Vincent Kessler / Reuters)

CANNES, France -- Travel with me now back to the glorious days of 2002 and 2003. Remember what a great time it was? The Bush administration lied to us over and over again, on a vast scale, about the reasons it was going to war in Iraq, and the media repeated it all with the deep and sincere conviction of robots trained as Method actors. Massive international protests, among the largest in history, accomplished nothing (or so it seemed at the time). When the White House was called on its lies, it set out to bulldoze those who were telling the truth.

What's that you say? You don't want to go? Everything about that dismal epoch makes you want to drink absinthe until you vomit? Therein lies the problem for "Fair Game," an engrossing and briskly paced drama that stars Naomi Watts as Valerie Plame, the covert CIA agent outed by the Bush White House, and Sean Penn as her husband, former diplomat Joseph Wilson. (The screenplay by Jez and John-Henry Butterworth is based on Plame and Wilson's memoirs.) To care about this unusual and highly sympathetic central couple, one must risk reawakening all the painful emotions surrounding America's ill-fated rush to war in Iraq, very likely a top-10 entry on the list of Things This Country Has Really Fucked Up.

"Fair Game" was directed by Doug Liman, a talented filmmaker who's spent his career bouncing between independent films like "Go" and Hollywood projects like "The Bourne Identity," without quite finding his métier. He told us at the press conference after the Cannes premiere that he's been trying all along to make movies that are both entertaining and meaningful, and he's accomplished that pretty well here. Especially during the early scenes, when we learn a little -- admittedly not very much -- about exactly what Plame did as a counter-proliferation specialist trying to interdict or intercept sales of nuclear-weapons technology, "Fair Game" is a gripping yarn of 21st-century espionage, more realistic and vastly less pornographic than TV's "24."

Liman understands something about politics, because his father, Arthur Liman, was a prominent New York and Washington attorney who worked on high-level official investigations, including the congressional inquiry into the 1980s Iran-Contra scandal. So he may understand that "Fair Game" isn't really the Frank Capra-style inspirational yarn it pretends to become during an abrupt third-act reversal. It's a fable of power, politics, truth and lies, all right, but when the film itself is telling maximum truth it's much murkier and more fatalistic than that.

How does the story end, after all? Plame and Wilson survived their ordeal, and this is the story of a troubled marriage between two strong personalities as much as anything else. (Marriage, with all its joys and discontents, is a major theme here this year.) They have left the world of power and intrigue behind, probably forever, and are raising their kids in New Mexico. Scooter Libby, an aide to Dick Cheney, briefly went to prison for smearing and betraying them (until Bush commuted Libby's sentence). But the news media, once again, was successfully distracted from noticing not only that they'd been lied to -- which is normal -- but also that they had lapped it up like a big, happy pile of puppies. And do we really believe that ideology will have less of a distorting effect on intelligence gathering, policy decisions or the perception of reality, under Obama or any future president?

Wait, don't answer that. Let's talk about the movie instead. Penn and Watts are well matched as this highly improbable couple, and the portrait of a marriage they construct is full of complexity: They are guarded with each other, loving, still in love yet perennially a little bit at war. Both actors are highly skilled at the challenge that comes from impersonating a living individual without simply mimicking them, and the resemblances are astonishing.

As Liman said at the press conference, Plame is an "incredibly private person" whose best friends didn't know she was a covert agent. She was regarded as one of the CIA's toughest and best, who had graduated first in her class at "The Farm," the facility where covert agents are trained. She traveled the world under "non-official cover," posing as a financial analyst for a private firm. Among other things, this meant that the agency would deny any knowledge of her activities if she were captured.

"She's a complicated woman who had an incredibly important job," Watts told the press conference, "and it was definitely a challenge for me to get the essence of who she was. The closer I got to her -- which took some time given what a fiercely private person she is -- the more I understood that she still operates like a covert agent. I wanted her to tell me as much as possible about what she had done, but there was still lots of stuff she couldn't talk about.

"I didn't get Valerie all at once," Watts continued. "She's quite a woman -- more of a woman, I think, than I've ever played before. I've often been drawn to playing roles of women who are dealing with psychosis, at least since I worked with David Lynch. But this is a woman who overcomes her psychosis, partly with the help of her amazing husband. She's so cool and calm and collected, and sometimes I wanted to pump up the drama or make her more emotional. But that really is not who she is."

Of all the people in her life, Watts said, only Plame's husband and her parents had known what her real occupation was. Her friends read about it in the newspaper when her identity was leaked. "They had no idea," Watts said. "Not only was she betrayed, but in a sense she was betraying other people."

Liman asked Watts to take a two-day, stripped-down version of the training course for covert agents, which included being hooded, beaten and interrogated with various techniques. "Doug told me, 'Toughen up, lady,'" Watts laughed. "It helped me to understand that while Valerie is very feminine, very calm, she has this other side we don't know about." Watts was, however, permitted breaks to be with her newborn. "How many people can say they have breast-fed while being strapped with a weapon?" she quipped.

Wilson, a former United States diplomat in Iraq and Africa, is something quite different, an "extroverted, larger-than-life character," in Liman's phrase -- exactly the sort not to keep his opinions to himself, even when expressing them might endanger his family. Although Penn is a huge star in France and was president of the Cannes jury in 2008, he passed on this year's festival in order to testify before Congress on the Haitian recovery effort. (I guess he thinks that's more important than partying on the Riviera.) Liman stepped up to discuss his star: "I think Sean Penn is our greatest living actor. It must be almost impossible to live up to those expectations, but he did not disappoint."

"Sean hung out with Joe Wilson every day during the shoot, and you could watch him becoming more and more like Joe," he went on. "It was like watching a horror movie! Joe's personality was being sucked out of him, and it was going into Sean."

As long as the action bounces around from Kuala Lumpur to Amman to Cairo to Baghdad to CIA headquarters, with occasional stopovers in the Wilson-Plame household in suburban Washington, Liman is in his element. It may help that the Butterworths are not American and came to this complicated story as outsiders. They've written it as a well-structured political thriller, balancing action beats and relationship moments in careful measure. But the central drama here, of course, is what happens after Wilson goes public (in a now-infamous New York Times Op-Ed) with his view that the Bush administration was exaggerating, if not falsifying, the evidence for war with Iraq.

Just to review: Wilson knew to a near-certainty that Saddam Hussein had not tried to purchase uranium "yellowcake" from Niger, as the administration alleged -- because he was the guy the CIA had sent to Africa to check out the story. And, to repel any leftover incoming right-wing missiles: 1) Plame was an extremely valuable CIA operative, not a minor player; 2) she suggested Wilson, but didn't make the decision to send him; 3) he was definitely qualified, as one of the very few Americans who knew Niger well; and 4) he didn't get paid anything.

As we now know, Dick Cheney's office counterattacked by leaking Plame's identity to columnist Robert Novak, seeking to frame Wilson as an unqualified beneficiary of CIA nepotism. Novak probably didn't understand that printing her name was against the law, but either way her undercover career was over. This was undoubtedly a central drama in the couple's life -- Wilson became an antiwar activist, Plame struggled with depression and they briefly separated -- but it's tough to dramatize without relying on hackneyed movieland devices. Plame has an expositional heart-to-heart with her Air Force retiree dad (nice cameo for Sam Shepard) and then comes home to utter the line: "They're not going to take my marriage!"

There was actually a smattering of boos -- the first I've heard personally this year -- amid the polite applause after the "Fair Game" press screening. Maybe that was because the film loses dramatic energy in the last half hour, and maybe it's because Liman and the Butterworths try to pin a patriotic, call-to-arms tail on their donkey at the last possible moment. This is not a cinephile picture by any means, but it should play well with a fairly large, left-of-center audience, at least in the United States, and Penn and Watts will likely be in the Oscar mix.

Liman ducked a question from an Iranian journalist about whether the international case against Iran's nuclear program is built on a sounder footing than the Bush White House's case against Iraq. He's of course not qualified to answer that, although I'd love to hear the real-life Valerie Plame Wilson, who is here with the anti-nuclear doc "Countdown to Zero," talk about it. When a female Arab reporter asked a long follow-up question about whether he meant "Fair Game" as a rebuke to the complacent and compliant American media, he opened up a little more.

"I'm not trying to be that opinionated," he said. "I'm trying to convey what it was like in America at that time. This isn't 'Countdown to Zero' or 'The Cove,' where I want you to come out of the movie with a particular position. This isn't advocacy filmmaking. I'm just trying to tell this story because I feel it's important to tell this story. I mean, I understand how it happens that the media just parrots what the White House says. That's how they get access. I'm not sure how that ever changes."

By Andrew O'Hehir

Andrew O'Hehir is executive editor of Salon.

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