‘Mitt’ peels the plastic away from Romney

It's hard to imagine anything more painful than going through the US presidential campaign all over again with Mitt Romney. Unless it's going through two presidential campaigns with Mitt Romney. But, yes, that's the narrative of a new buzzed-about documentary that had its world premiere here last Friday night at the Sundance Film Festival. Those who have seen Mitt – which debuts on Netflix on Friday – are agog that filmmaker Greg Whiteley has accomplished what Romney himself, the gleaming, ever-replicating Romney clan and the candidate's high-priced political strategists could not: Willard Mitt Romney seems all too human.

He wells up. He prays with his family, kneeling in hotel rooms, and plays with them in the snow. He refers to himself sardonically as "the flipping Mormon" and frets that he could become a loser like Michael Dukakis, who "can't get a job mowing lawns". He stays calm when he learns Obama is winning re-election: "Wow, that's too bad," he tells an aide on the phone. "All those states, huh?"

Drawn no doubt by word of the miraculous cinematic oil can for the Tin Man, Mitt came to see Mitt for the first time Friday night. Maybe Romney sees the film less as a eulogy than a prologue. There are rumours in Republican circles that he's thinking about another run.

Third Romney run
A Republican fundraising operative even told BuzzFeed that donors are so worried about 2016 now, many tell him, "I think we need Mitt back." It seems preposterous that we'd go through a third Romney run, but with Chris Christie imploding and Barbara Bush denouncing dynasties and shooing Jeb out of the race, maybe the 66- year-old sees an opening. Maybe he no longer feels, as he tells his family in the film on election night in 2012, stoically writing his concession speech, "My time on the stage is over, guys."

The movie spans from Christmastime 2006, with the family gathered to make a decision on whether Mitt should run in 2008, to after the 2012 election, when he says goodbye to his Secret Service detail and returns to his empty Boston home, sadly staring out the window.

I dread to think what was going through Romney's mind as he watched a movie that made him more appealing than any of his campaign ads or his own convention, even though he paid Stuart Stevens and his other 2012 advisers ridiculously more than the winning politicos who delivered a second term for Barack Obama were paid.

But Whiteley, a charming 44-year-old Mormon, was trying to reveal Mitt, while Romney’s handlers were trying to obscure Mitt.

"Stuart Stevens's feeling was that Mitt Romney was a fish out of water," Alex Castellanos, a 2008 Romney adviser who crossed swords with Stevens in that campaign, told me. "He was a northerner in a southern party. He was a centrist in a conservative party. He was an elite in a rural party. Stuart didn't think he could sell Mitt Romney in the primaries.

“Stuart thought that every day spent talking about Mitt Romney was a losing day and every day spent talking about Barack Obama was a winning day. It was criminal.”

Cloistered
Romney was able to relax around his fellow Mormon, Whiteley, enough to seem less awkward and strange, but he's still in the bubble of his faith and family, seemingly cloistered from the world of average Americans.

The film glosses over one of the turning points in the campaign, the 47 per cent fiasco. It also glides over the bad symbolism of building a four-car garage elevator at his La Jolla house, which Stevens told Romney would be fine. And while Romney offers a portrait of a man reluctantly drawn into politics because he thinks it is his duty to save the nation from people such as Obama, who “have not been in a setting where you’re trying to make it,” he never really explains how he would save it or gives any clue to the Vision Thing, except murmuring about high taxes on small businesses.

In the end, despite all the campaign artifice and the brutal process, we do get to know the candidates in some primal way. The fact that Romney allowed his strategists to keep a fence around him and his faith, which is so central to his life; that he basically had nothing to say about where he wanted to lead the country; that the private equity leecher spoke so dismissively about the 47 per cent of people he regarded as moochers; that this supposedly top-notch businessman did not seem to realise his campaign was using 20th-century technology – all of this spoke to a certain tentativeness, obtuseness and callousness.

But there’s always 2016.