Cindy Adams at The New York Post, a newspaper of very questionable repute, says on "page six" (where the newspaper admits it's delivering gossip) she has her hands on a screenplay of W, the Oliver Stone-directed look at the 43rd president (don't ask her how, she says, because she would be forced to lie). One fascinating revelation is that each script is apparently watermarked so they are traceable.
If you're politically aware, or if you just read the news, reporting the skimming of a screenplay about George W. Bush isn't exactly like spoiling who lives and dies in No Country for Old Men. Adams writes that the screenplay has just about every known and/or suspected real-life quote from Bush and the people who have populated his cabinet.
The screenplay evidently lambastes Bush as a childish imbecile, incorrigibly insecure as he tells his vice president to "[r]emember, I'm the president."
Judging by the quotes, it will be highly difficult to take this film seriously if it's intended to be a dark, Shakespearean tragedy like Nixon (which I love and consider to be the peak of Stone's work). W. is just too ridiculous a figure, it seems, to be the centerpiece of a solemnly monumental story. Rather, when one reads the quotes of the script, it sounds like a dumbed-down, twenty-first century, funhouse mirror version of Dr. Strangelove, except, remarkably, worse. Real life seems to have exceeded the exaggerations of art.
How are audiences not to laugh, even guardedly, when, if it comes to pass, W., auditing an Iraqi intercept, tells superhawk, Straussian neocon Paul Wolfowitz if he's "got any Maalox on you?...and, while you're at it, trim your ear hairs."