What the media and the FBI actually did, in real life, was bad enough; in “Richard Jewell,” however — and this is a serious limitation —even the true or true-ish events have a way of feeling like fake dramatizations of fake news and institutional failures. Trump’s enemies, the press and the government, are this movie’s enemies. The building blocks are there in what happened to Jewell in real life. Eastwood can’t resist adding extra relish; in one shot of the Journal-Constitution newsroom, when Scruggs gets a round of applause from her fellow jackals, the camera lingers and lingers on Wilde’s satanic glee.