That's what Reason editor Matt Welch considers today in a biting little think piece. Russell Crowe's character in the flick is one of those beloved newsboys of old—the one bound by integrity to dig up the dirt and do what's right. Real meat and potatoes, rock-moving journalism. It was once such a vibrant, heroic genre in the movies, from All the President's Men to noble Denzel in The Pelican Brief.
And State of Play is archetypal of that. Reporters who see the film are actually bursting into applause when they watch the characters go about the business of reporting the news—lots of furrowed brows and pit stains and paper flying. And of course they're ecstatic; the media loves to look at (and aggrandize) itself and just overall lovingly navel gaze to the point of myopia. As Welch puts it, "There is more than enough incestuousness in this feedback loop to remind non-newspaper employees anew why big-city journalism can be so off-putting." Heh.
Welch actually figures that this self-importance is so strong that State of Play probably won't, in fact, be the last movie of its kind. Rather, a whole new genre of swollen pride let's-save-newspapers movies might come storming into your multiplex as the real-life industry yaws and keels over: "Think of it instead as the first of many movie treatments about the long, tedious, and over-publicized death of a business that only occasionally resembles its noble cinematic self."