I went to Stafford cinema last night to watch Russell Crowe’s journalist caper movie State of Play. The film’s name is not entirely obvious from the political thriller plot. The State of Play is of the newspaper industry itself hovering on the brink of total collapse as does its 20th century revenue model. The film is an elegy for newspaper values and the movies written about them.
The paper’s editor is played in Graham-style by Helen Mirren. She has to juggle the demands of her new corporate bosses while still encouraging her reporters to get the story. Mirren is keen to support the paper’s online presence. In the film this is portrayed by Rachel McAdam’s character Della Frye – a silly name but a plausible nod to journalistic films of yesteryear such as The Front Page or His Girl Friday. While Rosalind Russell happily called herself a reporter in the Billy Wilder classic, Frye calls herself a blogger. Defending her new recruit, the editor tells McAffrey why Frye is employed: “she’s hungry, she’s cheap, and she churns out copy every hour.”
While the blogger is initially stereotyped as someone who does not do fact checking, it turns out Della Frye is a darn fine reporter who gets under McAffrey’s crusty skin. The old journo lays down the law. “This is a real story, not gossip” he warns her. However this idea that some stories are too deep for blogs is horseshit. As was this line from Frye when Crowe’s character asks her if she is going to blog about it: “When people read this story, they should have newsprint on their hands.” Ah but why, Frye? Such sentimentality is touching except most people want to read the news for free and not have to wait around for the morning delivery.
What happens when there is no more morning delivery? Roger Ebert wonders if this will be last newspaper movie with its “eerie valedictory feeling”. Optimistically Ebert answers his own question in the negative. It will survive, he says, because no matter what happens to newspapers, the newspaper movie is a durable genre. According to Ebert, shouting “stop the presses!” is ever so much more exciting than shouting “stop the upload!”
Yet the presses will stop regardless of what Hollywood wants. McDonald realises this with his elegiac closing credits showing the production process of a newspaper. Having filed the story, the credits take the viewers through set plates, whirring presses, collated broadsheets and stacks of newsprint ready for the public’s morning read. As A.O. Scott writes in the New York Times, “the images are stirring and familiar, though in a few years’ time they may look as quaint as engravings of stagecoaches and steam engines.”
The film left unanswered the question of whether McAffrey or Frye would survive the disappearance of print. The young blogger could easily pick up McAffrey’s skills but he would have difficulty picking up hers. No longer could they say of her as the LA Times could say about the archetypal blogger Matt Drudge: “He’s a menace to honest, responsible journalism.” Drudge challenged the rules of journalism. He bypassed the hierarchies of editor and publisher. Given that these hierarchies are about to disappear, the world will belong to those that master whatever is left behind. That is the true state of play.