A biopic in search of any emotional, thematic, narrative, or tonal through line. Too sincere to work as satire, too flippant to be taken seriously as drama, no discernible point of view on the whole televangelist prosperity gospel racket. That it's mostly watchable is probably down to the fact that the real Tammy Faye was such a compelling larger-than-life character that even Jessica Chastain's profoundly unremarkable performance can't strip her of her magnetism. At least she does better than Garfield, who would be delivering a career-worst performance if Breathe didn't exist. Horrific prosthetics throughout as well.