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The senator who starts telling the truth
In Bulworth (1998), Warren Beatty plays Jay Billington Bulworth, a Democratic senator from California who, facing re-election and a personal crisis, hires an assassin to kill him and then, freed by the knowledge that he will soon die, begins to say exactly what he thinks. Directed and co-written by Beatty, the film is a political satire of unusual daring. Bulworth, a once-idealistic liberal who has spent years mouthing platitudes for donors, suddenly denounces the insurance industry, the media, and his own party, often in rhyme, and often to the horror of his advisers. Beatty plays him as a man waking up from a long sleep: tired, dishevelled, funny, and, for the first time in years, alive.
The premise is deliberately outrageous, and Beatty commits to it fully. Bulworth’s speeches, delivered in a mixture of policy and hip-hop, are both absurd and, the film suggests, more honest than anything he has said in decades. When he falls in love with Nina, played by Halle Berry, a young activist from South Central Los Angeles, his transformation deepens. Nina and her community show Bulworth a world his politics has only described in slogans, and Beatty allows the senator’s education to be both comic and sincere. He does not pretend that a few days of honesty can undo a career of compromise, but he does suggest that honesty, once tasted, is hard to give up.
Satire with a beating heart
Bulworth was made at a moment when American political satire was often cautious, and its boldness still surprises. Beatty, who had been a prominent Democratic activist and fundraiser, was satirising a system he knew intimately: the fundraising dinners, the focus groups, the consultants who polish every sentence until it means nothing. His Bulworth is not a hero in the conventional sense. He is a man who has sold out and knows it, and whose redemption, if it comes, will be partial and costly. Beatty plays that self-knowledge with a weary humour. Bulworth jokes about his own corruption even as he denounces it, and that double vision gives the film its bite.
The film’s musical element is essential. Bulworth’s decision to rap his speeches, learned from Nina’s brother and friends, could easily have become a cheap joke, but Beatty plays it as a genuine, if clumsy, attempt to speak a language his audience understands. The rap sequences are funny because Bulworth is bad at them and because he does not care. He has stopped performing for donors and started performing for himself, and the freedom is intoxicating. Berry, as Nina, grounds those scenes with a seriousness that prevents them from becoming mere parody. She challenges Bulworth, teases him, and refuses to be impressed by his sudden conversion, and their romance works because she holds him to account.
A late-career statement
Bulworth was Beatty’s first film as a director since Dick Tracy, and it showed that his political interests had not softened with age. If Reds had been a sincere epic about revolution, Bulworth was its mischievous, middle-aged counterpart: a comedy about a man who discovers that the system he serves cannot be reformed from within, and who decides to say so anyway. The film earned Beatty an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Screenplay, and it remains one of the most quoted political satires of its era, especially for its speeches about money, race, and the emptiness of campaign rhetoric.
Beatty’s performance is central to that success. He plays Bulworth as a man in physical decline, with bags under his eyes and a suit that no longer fits quite right, and he allows that decline to become a kind of liberation. When Bulworth dances, eats soul food, and stays up all night in South Central, Beatty plays him with a joy that is infectious, even when the situations are implausible. He is not trying to be cool. He is trying to be honest, and the film suggests that honesty, in politics, looks a lot like madness to those who profit from dishonesty.
Why Bulworth endures
Bulworth endures because its target has not changed. Campaign finance, media spin, and the gap between political language and lived experience remain central to American politics, and Beatty’s satire still lands. Bulworth’s famous observation, that politicians say the same things because they are paid by the same people, is quoted in every election cycle, and the film’s blend of comedy and anger feels prescient rather than dated. Beatty, who had spent decades inside the Democratic establishment, was uniquely placed to write it, and he did so with a frankness that few insiders have matched on screen.
For Beatty’s career, Bulworth is a fitting late statement. It gathers his lifelong themes, the idealist corrupted by the system, the charming man who finally tells the truth, the romantic who finds love in an unlikely place, and it treats them with a lightness that Reds, for all its greatness, did not attempt. Bulworth does not save the world, and he does not even save himself, but he does, for a few days, speak plainly, and that plain speech is presented as a kind of victory. Beatty, as Bulworth, leaves us with a question rather than an answer: what would happen if politicians said what they meant? The film does not pretend to know, but it delights in asking, and that delight is why Bulworth still matters.
The film’s ending, which refuses to resolve Bulworth’s fate neatly, is true to its satirical spirit. Beatty leaves the audience with a senator who has finally found a voice, and with the uncomfortable knowledge that voices, in politics, are easily silenced. It is a bleak note, but it is also an honest one, and it ensures that Bulworth is remembered as a provocation rather than a comfort.