While mom and I had pre-Christmas day theater date at the Nutcracker, dad and I had a post-Christmas day theater date at Lincoln. I suppose it was a theater kind of year, although it's safe to say they were vastly different environments.
Despite knowing the plot line and how Lincoln would end, thanks to all of the U.S. history classes of my youth, I found myself quite enmeshed in the story and the details. Part of my time was spent mulling over whether Abe was an introvert, because that's been a theme piquing my interest during the past few months. Then, of course, I wondered about the amount of historical accuracy. Given that it was a Spielberg film, I hoped it was fictionalized only as much as necessary to fill in holes (and obviously there's always a bit of dramatic flair).
After sifting through a few articles where Lincoln/Civil War-era historians weigh in, it seems as though the script stuck pretty close to reality along the way. And the details that were fabricated or amped up were not of a variety that it made the story misleading. On top of that, I do believe that Mr. Spielberg made a film that Americans may watch without bemoaning how boring history is.
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