Unless, like you (because I believe in your tenacity), they guzzle psychological mania like a morning coffee. Then by all means, tell them. Under the direction of Pablo Larraín, the Foreign Language Oscar nominee whose 2012 film No, a stunning examination of the 1988 Chilean election that would dethrone Augusto Pinochet, is already one of the all-time-great political docudramas, Jackie drops the First Lady into a seething horror movie, where grief and social pressure haunt her like Freddy Krueger.
As depicted in the movie, John F. Kennedy's assassination cracked the First Lady in half. And instead of retreating to her family and friends for emotional support, the presidential widow spent her aftermath plotting a legacy. JFK's funeral had to be regal, thousands parading down the street as a horse-drawn caisson carried him to St. Matthew's Cathedral, just like Washington did for Abraham Lincoln. The myth-making didn't drive Jacqueline Kennedy to madness, but it stopped only inches from the edge.