Howie Carr, Boston Herald 1/19/14
When Mitt is over, youll be glad you saw it. But its not really the kind of movie youll want to watch again, at least if you voted for Mitt Romney in 2012.
Even though you know from the start how the new Netflix documentary turns out, the ending is still depressing. Its election night 2012 and Romney and his family know theyve lost. And somebody, Im not sure who, is telling Mitt that his concession speech needs to be soothing pastoral.
Yeah, OK, he says, dismissively. I dont think this is a time for soothing and everythings fine. This is really serious, guys, this is really serious. To get up and soothe is not my inclination.
This is the real Willard. Hes not playing to the cameras now. His wife, Ann, is sitting beside him on the couch, her hair up, as he calmly assesses Barack Obama.
I cannot believe that he is an aberration, he says, staring down at his iPad. I believe were following the same path of every other great nation. Which is greater government: tax the rich people, promise more stuff to everybody and borrow until you go over a cliff? And I think we have a very high chance of reaching the tipping point in the next five years. And the idea of saying, hey, everything is fine its really not.
In other words, he wasnt kidding about the 47 percent.
Its really amazing that Mitt, as buttoned-down as he is, would agree to give director Greg Whiteley this kind of access. Of course, you can never really know everything that went on behind the scenes, but when one of Mitts sons on election night calls John Kerry an a-hole, you have to think this is about as close to the real Romney family as any outsider is ever going to get.
The Mitt in Mitt is really not all that different from the person who was governor of Massachusetts for four years. You keep waiting for him to lose his composure, but he never does. Hes not the robot he was caricatured as, but hes not exactly emotional. One of the few weaknesses in the Netflix documentary is that sometimes its hard to know who Mitt is talking to off-camera. Is it one of his aides, or the cameraman, or one of his sons?
But its always revealing.
At the end of the 2008 primary season, Mitt speaks of spending his own money in the campaign, and says, When this is over, I will have built a brand name.
Yeah, says whoever hes talking to, a guy who will do anything to get elected. Quite a brand name.
Yeah, Mitt agrees, as almost always showing no emotion. Exactly right.
Much of the best material comes from the 2008 primaries the 2012 GOP race is dealt with cursorily, a merciful decision for the audience. Some of the scenes are funny, but eerily prescient. Pitching potential donors in Los Angeles, Mitt jokes about what happens to presidential losers, like a certain earlier Massachusetts governor.
You become a loser for life, Mitt says, Mike Dukakis he cant even get a job mowing lawns.
Hes just such a decent guy, self-deprecating, always polite, loves his family I always knew he looked up to his father, but I never understood how much until Mitt. During the debates, he writes Dad on his legal pad.
Im standing on his shoulders. Hes the real deal. The guy was born in Mexico! He didnt have a college degree I always think about Dad.
He can even make light of his image as a flip-flopper.
I was at Burger King last night. I was at McDonalds the night before!
Ive always heard that Mitt was shocked to lose, but in Mitt he doesnt exactly seem to exude confidence on Election Day. And then, as the grim returns come in, his campaign manager, Matt Rhoades, stops by to discuss when to concede.
Rhoades: We just dont want you to look like John Kerry.
Mitt: Hanging on, you mean.
Later, as the family discusses what he should say in his concession speech, he brushes aside suggestions that he refer to some vague personal future in politics.
My time on the stage is over, he says, as always calm. Im happy for my time, but it is over.
Were done, Ann adds emphatically.
Even at the end, though, hes trying to keep a stiff upper lip. He tells one of his aides to please make sure his Secret Service detail is pulled. Otherwise, he says, I will feel ridiculous.
I give Mitt four stars, but it sure could have used a happier ending.
column Why is it that every shady politician in the U.S. always seems to have some connection back to Massachusetts?
If its not male-page-chasing U.S. Rep. Mark Foley of Florida, its the new Marxist mayor of New York, Bill DeBlasio (ne William Wilhelm Jr.) or Texas state Sen. Wendy Davis, she of the fib-filled resume.
And now comes ex-Gov. Bob McDonnell of Virginia, indicted this week along with his wife on federal corruption charges.
I interviewed McDonnell once, and out of the blue he volunteered: You know, my father was from Peabody. I know Peabody very well.
Even then, two years ago, it seemed like an odd thing to say. Why would you brag about being from Peabody? Home of Nicky Pockets Mavroules, the legendary corrupt ex-mayor and congressman who ran his D.C. office as a racketeering enterprise, as the feds put it.
When McDonnell said Peabody, I immediately thought Pockets. Now it turns out that Nicky may be only the second most corrupt hack ever to come out of the Tanner City.
McDonnell, a Republican, allegedly spent his entire term in office shaking down a businessman named Jonnie R. Williams Sr. The governors wife, a former cheerleader for the Washington Redskins (can you still say that word?) had Williams take her on shopping sprees in New York. They drove his Ferrari. They took $135,000 cash. The governor got a Rolex from him, and Williams paid for rounds of golf for the governor and his sons at posh country clubs.
Guess who the main witness against the McDonnells is going to be.
Nicky Pockets would be proud to read the United States of America vs. Robert McDonnell et al. You can take the boy out of Peabody, but you cant take the Peabody out of the boy .
Pockets squalid career ended in perhaps the dumbest play ever in Massachusetts political history. He went to the FBI and accused his son-in-law of committing various crimes. The problem was, his son-in-law was also his bagman.
My favorite Nicky Pockets story concerns Peabodys most famous landmark, the Golden Banana strip club on Route 1. For whatever reason, Mayor Pockets was one of the Bananas stoutest defenders.
His motto was, Let Peabody be Peabody!
A guy who used to work at Peabody City Hall told me he was once passing a pleasant weekday afternoon at the Banana, drinking on the arm and ogling the feminine pulchritude.
Suddenly, he noticed someone standing beside him it was Mayor Nicky Pockets, and he was scowling at his hack employee.
What the hells wrong with you? the mayor said, reaching into his pocket and then throwing a couple of bills onto the bar. When youre drinking here, always throw some change on the bar, so it looks like you paid for at least one round!
Words of wisdom for the ages. No wonder Pockets portrait still hangs in Peabody City Hall in the basement, last time I checked, next to the mens room. With this kind of Peabody pedigree, how did Bob McDonnell ever go wrong?
And here's yesterday's column, "Alleged Dealer Accepts EBT"