Florida, 1960s, two journalists, aided by the younger brother of one of them, decide to look into a murder case, whose evidence is supplied by a voluptuous southern belle, who has fallen in love with the man imprisoned for this crime. This is The Paperboy (2012), a film directed by Lee Daniels and co-written by him and Peter Dexter.
The Paperboy is a film about obsessions: a woman’s obsession for a convict; a boy’s obsession for a seductive older woman; a journalist’s obsession for a story; and a writer’s obsession for the truth. Obsessions that chase and feed on each other, giving rise to a chilling chain of events that will unravel in a most devastating, disturbing way.
It’s a film about love, freedom, possession, perversion, and the precariousness of truth. It’s an emotional roller-coaster, which takes you by the throat very early on, and tightens its grip scene by scene.
It’s a movie about how far we are willing to go to get what we want, and how our individual daemons sometimes help us in this pursuit and sometimes hinder us.
It’s not for the faint-hearted, but, then again, neither is real life.