Move over Jews, Freemasons… JFK is a mind-blowingly stupid production and may in fact be the worst film of all time.  Absurd story follows New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison's investigation of the Kennedy assassination, which he traces to local businessman Clay Shaw.

History is nearly as bizarre as Stone's film. In real life Garrison, a first class kook, entertained numerous eccentric theories about the assassination of JFK, including one that the president's murder was a "homosexual thrill-killing".  In his trial, Garrison put on the stand – against the advice of his staff – a mental incompetent named Charles Spiesel who admitted that he had fingerprinted his own daughter to ensure that she was not a lookalike planted by the government.  Garrison's case was thrown out by the jury in forty-five minutes and it only took them that long because some of them needed to use the restroom.  Shaw, whom Garrison tormented with further nuisance prosecutions, secured a permanent injunction against Garrison from prosecuting him.  Sadly, before Shaw could bring to trial an abuse-of-process suit, he died of cancer.

It would have made better theater than this movie.  Perhaps as a nod to Garrison Stone retains the homosexual angle, which figures rather largely in the plot:  it is the main link among the conspirators.  Among this gay menagerie are a bewigged Joe Pesci playing anti-Castro weirdo David Ferrie and baby-faced fascist Kevin Bacon.  Bacon's character (another composite of paranoid insinuation) recounts to straight-arrow Garrison a bawdy costume party that is supposed to show the sinister perversity of the conspirators but instead looks like creepy soft porn that Stone got a little too absorbed with filming.

As if to show he can be a lot less subtle than that, Stone arrays against Kevin Costner's Garrison a small army of right-wing kooks, drunken sadists, and stone-faced Pentagon eminences who advance various government, mafia, and anti-Castro conspiracies.  Each demonstrates his role in the cover-up with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

The crowning moment comes when government spook "Mr. X" turns up to provide the crucial missing pieces of the puzzle to Garrison in long form exposition filled with comical intimations which form a kind of conspiracy kook fantasia.

JFK is a disservice to history that fails in every way as drama.  Its ostensible search for truth is marred by fabrications, bias, and incoherence.  Even by the pretty low standards of JFK conspiracy buffs, this film abandons any pretense to objective standards of evidence and goes full bore for the most inane theories it can find, never mind if they contradict each other.

Direction and cinematography are a mish-mash of styles which evoke a seizure-inducing MTV video montage.  The acting is either numbing (Costner, Oldman) or hammy (everyone else).  The one thing going for the picture is that the enormities come in a steady stream of laughs that nullifies the over-long running time.