BOSTON STRANGLER – Review

(L-R): Carrie Coon as Jean Cole and Keira Knightley as Loretta McLaughlin in 20th Century Studios’ BOSTON STRANGLER, exclusively on Hulu. Photo by Claire Folger. © 2022 20th Century Studios. All Rights Reserved.

Do you recall what kind of viewing was all the rage when most of us were stuck indoors during the big pandemic a couple of years ago? Well, aside from a fictional fable of a chess whiz, it was true crime streaming TV. Of course, many folks still love to binge these often multipart documentaries. And one has become a docudrama, about that Tiger King. A good number of them concern that thriller staple of the last three or four decades, the serial killer. So when did this “boogeyman” enter the zeitgeist? You could go all the way back to Jack the Ripper. Well, this new film is about his American cousin who was a terror of the early 1960s. he even got the big Hollywood treatment 55 years ago. But here’s a new take in which he’s a supporting player since this story mostly concerns the two intrepid news reporters that aided in the capture of the BOSTON STRANGLER.


This version of the tale actually begins with a murder in a state far away from “Beantown” as Det. DeLine (Rory Cochrane) discovers the horrific aftermath of a disturbance call at an apartment building. From there we jump back a few years to the cold Eastern US streets in early 1963. Loretta McLaughlin (Keira Knightley) is becoming frustrated in her job writing for the Boston Record America. She yearns to be part of the “crime beat’, like Jean Cole (Carrie Coon). Instead, the paper’s editor Jack Maclaine (Chris Cooper) thinks that she (and other female reporters) are better suited to cover fashion shows and test new toasters. But Loretta’s been following a series of murders that have been “buried” from the front page. Since the Summer of 62,’ a couple of (mostly older) single women were found strangled with their pantyhose (looking like a “gift bow”) with almost no evidence or signs of forced entry into their homes. Loretta locates the local “cop bar” and finds a sympathetic ally in Det. Conley (Alessandro Nivola), who thinks his bosses are “dragging their heels”. Finally, Loretta brings her research to Jack, who dismisses it because he doesn’t want to antagonize the police and city hall. But the murders continue, and Jack finally gives her the go-ahead, but she’ll be paired with Jean. As their stories are now front page fodder, Jack decides to promote the pair as his crimebusting Lois Lanes. But will their byline and publicity stills put a target on their backs for the fiend they’ve labeled (replacing “phantom”), the Boston Strangler?

As you might have surmised, the story’s main character isn’t the title one, but rather it’s Knightley as the dogged reporter. We can almost see her Loretta roll her eyes when she’s handed a “puff piece” and later attempt to hide her annoyance at home with her kids and hubby. When she begins really digging, she plows through the sexist barriers that the police and her “higher-ups’ try to block her questions (shades of Hildy Johnson). Extra kudos to Knightly for nailing the Yank accent without drifting into the “caar in the yaard” cliches. Ditto for his ink-stained partner Coon as the seasoned writer Jean. She tries to temper Loretta’s zeal, but slowly we see that Jean’s own passions are re-ignited by the forced pairing. Plus her tenure gives her the chutzpah to go toe-to-toe with her grizzled overseer, editor Jack played with gruff and gravitas by the always compelling Cooper. He’s an old newshound who, bit by bit, sees the need for “fresh eyes” as he goes out on a limb, risking the ire of the owner and city hall, to scoop his rivals. Plus he’s not above a little “razzle dazzle’ as he sees a way to exploit his staff’s “novelty” (the duo as a “sidebar'”is an extra “grabber”). Also a bit terse is Nivola, as the best cop who doesn’t want to “make waves”, but has to get the killer, even if it means tossing “off the record” info to Loretta. We see a growing mutual respect build between the two, even as Conley tells her to tell the station operative that she’s his sister. And of note is Morgan Spector as Loretta’s husband James, who gushes with pride over his wife’s works until he winces as he eats away at her time with him and the kids.

Although it’s been several months since the previous film’s release, this could almost be seen as a “prequel in spirit” to the under-appreciated SHE SAID, as both involve hyper-focused female newspaper reporters. However, this new take on a long, long ago investigation has strong elements of a classic whodunit, while also highlighting the sexist attitudes in the days before the women’s liberation movement. In the newer film, we know who the “perp’ is, while Jean and Loretta wonder who may be “tailing” them, perhaps to add to an ever-growing morgue list. The women are brave, but they know when to skirt danger, as Loretta decline one creep’s invitation to his “lair”. This well-crafted true-crime drama is told with great skill by writer/director Matt Ruskin, eschewing the exploitative tone of the 1968 potboiler. The mood and the settings take us back to the early 60s, from the newsroom alive with a typewriter “symphony” to the cold, dark desolate streets that hide a maniac. Oh, if you think you know the real story from the Tony Curtis flick, well you’re in for lots of shockers. While last year’s movie has a true finality (though the Weinstein case is still active), this one hints that it may be too late for a real “solution”. But with this superb cast and expert execution, there should be a new spot on the list of newspaper crime dramas, alongside ZODIAC, ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN, and SPOTLIGHT for BOSTON STRANGLER.

3.5 Out of 4

BOSTON STRANGLER streams exclusively on Hulu beginning on March 17, 2023

RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS – Review

Last week I extolled the pleasures of a new documentary feature focused on a very talented singer, Ms. Linda Ronstadt. And this weekend sees the release of another “entertainment personality” doc. Now, it’s not another singer or musician this time. No, it’s not an actress or actor (though, to reference the old line “the world’s a stage”, for her it was more about one American state). And it’s not a painter (though, yes she “painted with words”) or a comedian (even her detractors would have to admit that she was very witty). As you’ve no doubt concluded, this film is all about a writer, not of plays or books (well, collections of her essays became bestsellers), rather she toiled away in the “fourth estate”, newspapers. Yes twenty-somethings, just decade or two ago, folks got their news on folded paper, not this monitor screen or on an app. Some of the writers of columns (usually in the editorial section) became stars, with papers fighting over their services (this happened with comic strip creators in their heyday) and promoting them on billboards along with those other media outlets, radio, and TV. Here’s the true tale of one of the last “ink” superstars: RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIME OF MOLLY IVINS.

In the explosive opening scenes, we see Ms. Ivins at the top of her game, sending Davis Letterman leaning back in his chair, roaring with laughter on his old CBS late-night talk show. After a few more media snippets and speeches we get the basic biofacts on her. Born in 1944, she was the second daughter of a tough, hard-drinking no-nonsense oil and gas exec she nicknamed “the General”. His far-right attitudes inspired Ivins to question, and rebel against authority. The news-writing bug bit her while in high school, and led her to several college papers in her academic career, even studying in Paris before her degree at Columbia’s School of Journalism. Then it was back to Texas with the Houston Chronicle, leading to a staff position way up north at the Minneapolis Tribune, annoying bosses and readers with her pieces on the rising 60s hippie movement. But the “Lone Star” state kept drawing her back like a magnet. During her time with the Texas Observer, folklorist John Henry Faulk became a mentor and future governor Ann Richards became a BFF. During a tenure at the Rocky Mountain Times, her coverage of Elvis Presley’s funeral caught the attention of the big leagues, namely the New York Times. But the “Grey Lady” balked at Ivins’ double entendres (the “chicken” story is a hoot). Luckily her home still wanted her, with an offer from the Dallas Times Herald to write about anything she wanted. That “anything” was mainly Texas society and the wacky hi-jinks of the state legislature. As Ivins’ popularity grew, she relied on the bottle too much, often getting the “rep” as a “mean nasty drunk”. Her columns were soon syndicated around the country to nearly 400 papers, as Texas politics became America’s politics with the rise of the Bush family dynasty (she dubbed George W. “shrub”). As her book collections became bestsellers, Ivins had to face her biggest challenge when aggressive cancer struck her at the end of the 90s. This never dimmed her formidable intelligence and caustic wit.

Filmmaker Janice Engel, in her feature film debut, with an assist from co-writer Monique Zavistovski, has put together a breezy, fast-paced look at the life of one of the greatest commentators (politics and life itself) of the last sixty or so years. The stills of Ivins’ early family and academic life are quite astounding, tweaked by the effects to seem to move and “push out” towards us, but Engels “fudges’ a bit with reenactments (hands poring glasses, “rowdies” cavorting, etc.) though none are too intrusive. And luckily there’s lots of footage of the subject, aside from the Letterman clip, she seems to have been a fixture of the cable channel C-SPAN II. A couple of times, detractors get through on the “question phone line”, their insults are like “water off the back of duck” to Ivins as she appears to almost roll her eyes with a sigh of “oh well”. Plus there are lots of clips of her at the podium, amusing big crowds, and at book signings in more intimate spaces. And yes, we get the “talking heads”, but there’s a wide variety of interviewees, ranging from co-workers and family to adoring fellow Texas news folks like Jim Hightower and Dan Rather and one inspired current political reporter, Rachel Maddow. The warmest words come from archival footage of the late Ms. Richards, who recalls the “wild times” with a twinkle in her eye, coming off almost like a sorority sister. The film’s biggest strength is Ivins’ own retelling of some legendary encounters, first with the “uptight” editors and management of the New York Times (how did they think she would be a “good fit”), then with the Texas lawmakers. The funniest example may be their zeal to “shut down” the gay community by banning a certain…act. Then deciding that married heterosexual couples can’t “enjoy” it also. In the third act, the story gets emotional as Ivins comes to grips with her alcohol abuse (seeing too many hard-drinking “newshounds” in old movies like Bogie in DEADLINE U.S.A.), then the fights against the cancer that would claim her a dozen years ago. Here the “congressional court jester” becomes a true flawed, but a heroic human being, unafraid to be seen with little or no hair, a “Hellraiser” to her last breath (or typed line). The stories of those final days from her devoted brother Andy are quite moving. Her last quote is a resounding call to action, one that needs to be heard in these turbulent times with the press under attack (I have a feeling she’d be sporting an “Enemy of the People” button or shirt today). RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS is itself quite inspiring, essential viewing for political “junkies” and newsprint fanatics. The film just makes you wish she were still with us. Can you imagine the “Twitter war” with ….you know who?

3 Out of 4 Stars

RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS opens everywhere and screens exclusively in the St. Louis area at Landmark’s Tivoli Theatre