I'm not really sure what Mr. Lurie, whose previous films include The Contender, an exploration of female political power and its threat, believed he was saying in this new film. Nothing but the Truth has nothing much at all to do with the historical record, which wouldn't be bad if it offered something persuasive and worthwhile in return, like a reckoning of journalism and its abuses. It shows Mr. Lurie ambitiously trying out some bold compositions, notably two-shots in which one character's head looms in the foreground while the second person blurs into the background, and a commensurate level of narrative ambition that goes awry in the execution. Truly, the greater problem is not the facts but the delivery.
Despite an intriguingly familiar title and a story that hinges on a journalist at a powerful newspaper who is jailed for refusing to name her source, Nothing but the Truth has nothing to do with you know what or who. To be honest, I was looking forward to watching a movie about Judith Miller, the former reporter from The New York Times who in 2005 was jailed for contempt of court after she refused to cooperate with a grand jury investigating the outing of Valerie Wilson (a k a Plame) as an operative for the Central Intelligence Agency. I mean, that's all terribly interesting and whatnot, but I really, really wanted to watch Kate Beckinsale, best known for wearing fangs and tight leather pants in the Underworld vampire franchise, interpret Ms. Miller.