Really surprised that this wasn’t an Adam McKay film.
I felt bothered that the old lady seated next to me kept giggling when Roger Ailes (a terrific John Lithgow) asked ambitious associate producer Kayla (well-deserved Oscar nominee Margot Robbie) to hike her skirt up higher. A fellow woman was getting sexually harassed right before her and her initial reaction was that of amusement.
But the very fact that I let out a chuckle when Ailes verbally accosted Fox News host Gretchen Carlson (Nicole Kidman) with the line “Nobody wants to watch a middle-aged woman sweat her way through menopause” only meant that I was part of this huge problem.
We just live in a sick world and we’re oftentimes complicit to the horrors happening around us.
Whenever the trailer for this movie was shown, the biggest laughs would come from the sight of a giddy, kid-like Will Ferrell giving his sweet old father John Lithgow a welcoming kiss on the lips at the airport. I thought that it wouldn’t be as funny anymore after seeing it one too many times, but it still had the exact same effect on me during the actual movie. With every kiss (yes, there were more!), I just laughed my guts out.
The same kind of juvenile humor was recycled all throughout (gender neutral flash cards for sex education!) and your enjoyment would probably depend on whether you had actually forgiven Mel Gibson (weirdly enough, making an a-hole character completely charming) for his antisemitic and racist rants. That or your tolerance for a sappy Christmas singalong in a theater with employees miraculously giving out free food and candies to everyone.
I really liked Gibson’s Hacksaw Ridge and I was in full holiday spirit during the screening. I lapped up every corny joke and got my money’s worth. Even John Cena’s singing wasn’t that bad after all! Now if only we could see him.