Have you seen Syriana
yet? It's not the new "Z"
or anything, but pretty darn good. Better than I expected out of Hollywood, that's for certain. Baer's memoir
was (understandably) thin in the areas where curiosity is greatest, so I guess one can forgive a few clichés and product placements allowed in as commercial filler.
The art-imitating-life thing is quite forceful in this movie. And there's a single brief scene (all of 4 seconds?) which established the whole story as serious and realistic for me. It takes place in the kitchen of the character portrayed by Jeffrey Wright, when the actor playing his father tries to make sense of a wall-sized diagram he is constructing.
Comprehend what's going on there, and you'll have grasped the essence of what makes Intelligence work so difficult, and so valuable when done right. (Oh yeah, Mr. T., if you're still dropping by here, that mysterious figure I was first telling you about between dishes of Massaman, and then over coffee at The White House, is Mark Lombardi
This film put me in a mind to blog a lot of provocative comparisons I have drawn between Art History & High Tech. You will please indulge me if I harp on that theme several more times this year?