{"id":4106,"date":"2014-03-08T09:14:20","date_gmt":"2014-03-08T08:14:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/?p=4106"},"modified":"2014-07-04T09:46:26","modified_gmt":"2014-07-04T08:46:26","slug":"the-unknown-known","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2014\/03\/08\/the-unknown-known\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unknown Known"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Unknown Known<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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\nFormat:<\/B> Cinema

\nRelease date:<\/B> 21 March 2014

\nDistributor:<\/B> Dogwoof

\nDirector:<\/B> Errol Morris

\nUSA 2013

\n102 mins\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Ace documentary filmmaker Errol Morris is back in familiar territory with this one-on-one exploration of the life and times of George W. Bush’s Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld, the clearly gifted master of political doubletalk, misinformation, disinformation and perhaps one of the most dangerous, despicable and evil Americans of the past decade. Much like The Fog of War<\/i>, Morris’s exploration of Robert McNamara, Defense Secretary during the Vietnam War, the veteran filmmaker hits his new subject with tough questions, attempting to paint as honest a portrait as possible of a political mastermind of legal mass murder, or, if you will, the war against terror. McNamara was a different beast, though. He at least seemed<\/i> to be telling the truth. None of that \u2013 truth, that is \u2013 appears to be on display here<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The Unknown Known<\/i> is out on DVD in the UK on 11 August 2014<\/a>.<\/div>\n

With a malevolent grin, Rumsfeld makes you think he’s letting the cat in<\/i> the bag slip out<\/i>, but in the same breath, he’s letting you know the cat’s still<\/i> in the bag, and that his final word on the matter will always ensure that the bag’s indeed in the river<\/i>. In fact, we never get a clear picture of anything from Rumsfeld. It always seems<\/i> clear, but never feels<\/i> truthful. In several contexts, Rumsfeld is caught completely contradicting himself and hilariously ignoring and\/or talking his way out of his obvious falsehoods and\/or discrepancies. We’re witness to one magnificent turn of phrase after another. The man is a master spin-doctor and, even more astoundingly, he might actually be the best generator of juicy sound bites in the world \u2013 ever. Here’s a tiny, but choice grocery list of a few of them:<\/p>\n

\u2018All generalisations are false, including this one,\u2019 he proclaims.<\/p>\n

\u2018The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence,\u2019 he opines on weapons of mass destruction, or lack thereof, in Iraq.<\/p>\n

Rumsfeld treats us to one of his astounding humdingers (which Morris uses for the film’s title): \u2018There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. These are things we don’t know we don’t know. The unknown known, however, is a thing that we know, but are unaware of knowing.\u2019 <\/p>\n

The whole movie is a hoot from beginning to end, but what we’re ultimately presented and left with is 102 minutes of lies \u2013 or, at the very least, what Rumsfeld wants us to hear, even if he knows we don’t believe a word.<\/p>\n

The man has no shame. None. He could have been a president. <\/p>\n

Greg Klymkiw<\/I><\/B><\/p>\n

This review was first published as part of our TIFF 2013<\/a> coverage.<\/div>\n

Watch the trailer:<\/b><\/p>\n