Tom Hanks channels Bill O’Reilly with impeccable gravitas, delivering fact after fact, many surprising, several insightful. Hanks’ All American decency and self-possessed screen presence is ideal to hold the movie together, especially given that he’s on screen more than the actors themselves.

Those actors are rather wooden, perhaps done in by the period dress and ridiculous facial hair, not to mention the inevitable comparisons to the big stars playing the same parts in Spielberg’s Lincoln.

• Billy Campbell’s Abraham Lincoln pales in comparison to Daniel-Day Lewis’s. He’s like a journeyman NBA player trying to guard LeBron James.
• Jesse Johnson’s John Wilkes Booth is both florid and slightly ridiculous.
• Geraldine Hughes’ Mary Todd Lincoln also doesn’t begin to compare to Sally Field’s.
• Brett Dalton’s Robert Todd Lincoln actually exceeds Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s, albeit in a much smaller role.
• Graham Beckel’s Edwin Stanton has trouble overcoming his huge beard. Interestingly, Beckel represents an additional tie to Fox News beyond that of author Bill O’Reilly. Bob Beckel, his brother, is a Left Wing FNC contributor.

The combo of direct-to-the-camera narration and dramatic recreations works well, as does the book’s signature declarations about how many days Lincoln has to live.

However, the “Abraham Lincoln had three days to live” declarations are narrative. Most of the dramatic declarations end without concluding, instead simply trailing off. This must be to convey the gravitas of the situations, but it makes the film less approachable.

One of the film’s most impressive devices comes at the end, when it intercuts dramatic recreations of the conspirators being photographed with the actual photos from those sessions. This is a presentation of American history of the first order. Bravo!

Killing Lincoln is chock full of fascinating details, from the reference to “monitors” as a class of warship rather than the famous individual USS Monitor, to the double-amputee who was pressed into service as the witnesses’ stenographer following the assassination.

More notably, Killing Lincoln’s reporting directly contravenes Robert Redford’s The Conspirator in how it paints the seditious role of Mary Surratt and those who frequented her boardinghouse. Redford must be steamed at fellow Hollywood Lefty Tom Hanks for channeling Bill O’Reilly’s reporting on this matter.

Finally, the film’s dramatization of Lewis Powell’s savage stabbing of Secretary of State William Seward shows how personal, comprehensive and vile the overall conspiracy was.