Suggested alternate title for Miss Sloane: Bitches Get Shit Done. It would have been tough to market, sure...or maybe not: just sprinkle a few asterisks across the posters, a few bleeps across the TV ads. That title would have sold this tough, ballsy — eggsy? — movie with the hard, crude honesty it deserves.
Miss Sloane is a thriller — a hugely gripping one — about politics and money and lobbying. It’s about the business of the government of the United States of America as a game of 12-dimensional chess played by smart, ruthless unelected people backed, for the most part, by the endless and enormous financial resources of multinational corporations. It is sharp and funny, and then depressing and dispiriting. It offers a grim object lesson for everyone feeling crushed by the state of the world at the moment: Are progressives and liberals gonna have to start fighting dirty, like Miss Sloane does? Can a good end ever justify less-than-savory means?
Elizabeth Sloane, lobbyist, may not be the hero we want right now — or ever — but she might be a hero we need. Yes, she takes on the almost impossible, and woefully underfunded, job of campaigning on behalf of new gun-control legislation for stricter background checks for gun sales. But her previous job was lobbying to allow Indonesia to continue its slash-and-burn clearcutting for palm oil plantations, which is one of the most horrendous climate crimes happening today — not exactly progressive work. She may be apolitical, and only relishes the game itself. She is most definitely cold, calculating and efficient in pursuit of her goals. She loves a challenge, and defeating the NRA is a mighty one. The best we can say about her is that she does appear to have her own code of honor, such as it is.
Jessica Chastain’s performance throughout is remarkably subtle as a woman who is unlike almost any we’ve seen onscreen before. (I’m not sure we’ve seen many male characters quite like this, actually.) She is both still waters and all surface, cool and deep, but not mysterious. She may lie, but never out of personal meanness, though that distinction is lost on those she hurts. But she never pretends. She is never anything other than what she actually is, and she is always utterly clear and aware of herself. Sloane is like many women in the real world who, you know, get stuff done, and whose competence and intelligence and dedication — whose existence — is rarely acknowledged onscreen, never mind placed front and center.
Ah, but that bitter end is right there from the beginning, as well as a big question: Will Sloane, in fact, get this thing done, achieve a massive defeat of the seemingly all-powerful American gun lobby? The film opens with Sloane testifying at a contentious Senate hearing where she is being called to task over her work in a field that seems to run on open bribes and other illegalities. So why is she being singled out? (We have some pretty good guesses right off the bat: “She’s too good at her job and might actually win, which cannot be allowed” being the primary one.) The clever, suspenseful script — by first-time screenwriter Jonathan Perera — slowly builds an engaging portrait of Sloane: She’s not nice, yet hardly evil, but this whatever-it-takes level of mastery and drive in a woman is never as acceptable as it is in a man.
This may be a harder-hitting story than director John Madden is generally known for (the two recent Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movies; 1998’s Shakespeare in Love), but he plays it straightforward. He doesn’t need the tricks and tropes of a cheap thriller to create anxiety and tension. It’s all there, inherent in Sloane and in Chastain’s breathtakingly steadfast unapology for herself. And it’s all there in the questions about her that we cannot help but ask, ones that have nothing to do with her gender and everything to do with her methods, and how much those who share her goals should embrace her.
