"Richard Jewell" is a movie about passivity and misplaced deference. The hero is wrongly implicated in a bombing. But the hero really loves The System. He wants to help the (nefarious) FBI. He continuously calls people "Sir." He signs on for things he shouldn't sign on for: recording fake terrorist messages, participating in a shady interrogation, being verbally bullied over and over. Jewell's lawyer tries to help him. "Speak up!" "Summon your righteousness!" Jewell finds his voice in the eleventh hour, delivers a well-placed FUCK YOU to a fictional government troll (in the form of Jon Hamm), and reclaims at least some portions of his (thoroughly-wrecked) life. This is a movie that left me in tears. A note about Clint Eastwood and women: No one would make the mistake of anticipating gender-themed thoughtfulness from Mr. Eastwood. The guy is sort of a doofus, and he is 9,000 years old. When paired with American legend Amy Adam...