And for me, at least, it was something of a nostalgia trip, taking me back to my first years in this business. To stories written with manual typewriters on sheets of paper that then were inserted into containers and sent by pneumatic tubes to the printers. Noisy newsrooms filled with shouting editors, scurrying reporters and cigarette smoke. Footage of sign-waving crowds demonstrating IN FAVOR of the press.
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As a movie, it may have been a bit too self-righteous. Along with a somewhat heavy-handed attempt to imply that the seeds of today’s female empowerment movement were sown on the day Washington Post publisher Katherine Graham summoned the courage – risking financial ruin and possible jail time — to publish government secrets.
Even if “The Post” doesn’t take home an Oscar for best movie this year, perhaps that little bit of applause in a half-filled movie theater may indicate that mainstream journalism is not doomed, after all. That not everyone agrees with those whose answer to just about everything is “fake news.” Which means, of course, news with which they don’t agree.
Because while the story may have been set in the 1970s, its message was affirmation that the need for a free press is as relevant today as tomorrow morning’s tweets.
I think that’s worth a round of applause.