Lots of hearts are in the right place in Rob Reiner's Ghosts of Mississippi, but none is beating. Scripted by Lewis Colick (who wrote Unlawful Entry) and based on the true story of how the killer of civil rights activist Medgar Evers was finally brought to justice after three trials, the film is a dull and platitudinous piece of Oscar bait. The director and actors have stressed in interviews that the facts of the story have not been changed.
Alec Baldwin plays Hinds County assistant district attorney Bobby DeLaughter, who is assigned to the case in 1989 after evidence comes to light of jury tampering in the two 1964 Evers murder trials--both ending in hung juries. The role doesn't bring out the best in Baldwin--rectitude never does. He shows us his concern for justice by inhaling deeply and not blinking a lot. The racist killer, Byron De La Beckwith, is played by James Woods mostly as an old man, and his Latex jowls jiggle menacingly whenever he drawls.
Meanwhile, Whoopi Goldberg is Evers' widow, Myrlie Evers-Williams, who is current chairman of the board of the NAACP. Goldberg plays her as such a mount of rectitude she makes Joan of Arc look like a slacker. Goldberg reads her lines as if she were etching stone with them.
The audience is put through the usual paces: Bobby's marriage to the unfeeling daughter of a legendary racist judge founders; he finds new love with a nurse who realizes his true worth; his son is beaten up by bullies; the threats pour in; his house is targeted by bombers; he flinches momentarily before renewing the good fight.
It is the peculiar achievement of Ghosts of Mississippi that it turns a great and inspiring true story into a John Grishamy thing. Why is Hollywood spending so much time and money these days whipping the South? Maybe it's because, in these post-Cold War PC times, a good villain is hard to find. Murderous racist crackers have become the new commies.
Ghosts of Mississippi
Directed by Rob Reiner.
Get the Weekly Newsletter
Our weekly feature stories, movie reviews, calendar picks and more - minus the newsprint and sent directly to your inbox.