Tuesday, May 4, 2010
"The Informant" is based on the book Whitacre himself wrote and in interviews he seems pleased with the authenticity of the film—pleased, in other words, to be portrayed as a man who cannot stop lying, no matter how much it hurts himself, his wife, or others. It still, all these years later, feels justifiable or defensible to him; he still sees himself as the good guy. The whole thing is head-scratching and nearly impossible, but it does bring to mind others I have known who have spun webs of grandiose mistruths, shattered promises, destroyed their families, and mercilessly wounded others. When the going gets tough (when the law seems on to them, or their spouses), these folks tend to flee. When it looks like it's safe again (when they won't get caught, at least this time), they return. And then they wonder why their old friends are cautious, why picking up where they left off is not actually an option. True friends forgive, they say.
But at what point does forgiving facilitate more of the same? And doesn't trust lie at the foundation of all friendships?