Lies, lies and videotape
There’s a line that Mark Whitacre likes to share with almost everyone he meets. “I caught a lucky break,” he says to his shrink, his lawyer and eventually the FBI. After his parents died in an automobile accident when he was six, a rich amusement-park owner in Ohio adopted him, and so his story begins. But Whitacre, an excitable, sausage-fingered executive at A.D.M, a giant agribusiness corporation, is merely creating a façade — one that will complicate “The Informant!” and disintegrate during the film.
This, however, is Steven Soderbergh’s challenge to the audience: he begs for the...
