I lived in New York state for a few years that included the collapse of Elliot Spitzer’s career in the wake of his prostitute scandal. Before he got caught exchanging money for slaps on the ass, that man was some kind of political God. That motherfucker could take down anything or anyone. He was a giant asshole, and we dug that about him. When he went after Wall Street, you could actually feel his fist three-quarters up that institution’s ass. It was fantastic. He was going places, too. And let’s be honest: He’s exactly the kind of Democrat the party needs as someone like the Speaker of the House or the Senate Leader — a guy who would put his foot in your ass, instead of the whiny, woe-is-me, I’m gonna tell my momma on you Democrats we have in those positions now. Instead of putting up with Rush Limbaugh’s shit, Elliot Spitzer would’ve dug up some dirt on him and nailed his shrivelly little dick to the wall.
Anyway, I think the unthinkable is happening here, and maybe the influence of “The Good Wife” has actually had a role in it, however small. But I think that Elliot Spitzer’s reputation is slowly returning. I don’t follow politics much anymore, but I can sense that the man is finding his legs (didn’t he/doesn’t he write a column for Slate?) and is positioning himself for a political comeback. I think people will vote for him, too. They just won’t admit it, and every one will feign surprise when he wins.
That’s what I think. But I’m kind of a moron.
Prolific documentarian Alex Gibney (who also has a doc on Jack Abramoff coming out) has put together a film exploring the rise and fall of Elliot Spitzer. What’s surprising, really, is that Elliot Spitzer is in it. And best I can tell, he’s going to be plenty candid. That’s what you have to do, too. You come right out, admit what you did and give folks enough details to demystify the episode. And in doing so, you somehow earn folks’ trust.
There’ll be a work-in-progress screening of the film at Tribeca this month. In the meantime, here’s a clip, which will give you a taste of what to expect.
Ah, hell. Wrong clip. My apologies — that was from Chloe, an “art film,” directed by Atom Egoyan. Here is our review. Meanwhile, this is the Elliot Spitzer clip you were dying to see.