Nowadays, the news is full of stories about sexual assaults on children by priests and other religious authority figures, as well as battles over compensation for victims. There were many such cases in the last half of the 20th century, but the idea that such revelations would someday be routine — and be centered all over the U.S., in Ireland, in South America — was unimaginable.
The tipping point was in 2002, when a group of Boston Globe reporters uncovered not just a vast number of pedophile priests, but a vast network of Church enablers. The reporters’ unit was called “Spotlight,” which is the name of the film that recounts their investigation.
It’s a brilliant, riveting work — but not a sensationalized one. Director Tom McCarthy never uses the victims’ anguished recollections for easy shocks. Instead, he and co-writer Josh Singer fashion a tight, step-by-step procedural drama in which most scenes turn on reporters poring over old files and pressing closed-down people to open up. The horror builds gradually.
The “Spotlight” team is allowed to spend months, even years, exploring single stories, but this one at first looks to the unit’s chief, Michael Keaton’s Walter “Robby” Robinson, like a long shot. He and the others are Catholic, and even if they’ve lapsed, who wants to offend relatives or neighbors? Plus, more than half the Globe‘s subscribers are Catholic and prone to picketing the paper. It takes an outsider — new, non-Bostonian, Jewish editor, Marty Baron, played by Liev Schreiber — to ratchet things up.