Patty Hearst (1988) review

In 1974, nineteen-year-old Patricia Campbell Hearst (Natasha Richardson), a student at Berkeley and the granddaughter of newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst, is kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army - led by paranoid (and possibly schizoid) "General Field Marshal" Cinque Mtume (Ving Rhames) - where she's thrown into a closet, "indoctrinated" into the group's far-left radical ideology (which, as usual, involves "sexual freedom"), accompanies them on bank robberies ... but then Mtume dies in a shootout, the rest of them evade the authorities by hiding out in Eastern Pennsylvania (the Poconos, to be exact) and eventually she's apprehended.  It's based on Hearst's own account (from her book Every Secret Thing) of what transpired, but I don't particularly find her to be the most "reliable narrator" and her coterie of domestic terrorists, including Teko (William Forsythe), Gelina (Dana Delany) and Wendy (Jodi Long), are loathsome cowards with a twisted vision of the world.  I think there's more to this story than anyone's telling, but we'll never know the Whole Truth, making this just another Weird Tale in 20th Century America.