Mike White should work more often. What remains sympathetic and unquestioned in other movies about privileged white men is poked and examined again and again here.

See? There is such a thing as a good biopic.

This is the first time I've cried during a sex scene... I mean... the way... and... the use of glass surfaces... and Cate Blanchett... and... and the last scene... yeah...

I haven't hated a movie quite this much in a long time. This is unbearably dour, grim, self-serious. This is supposed to be a summer movie? It's like watching Schindler's List starring a bunch of apes. Don't mistake joylessness for relevance. Don't mistake seriousness for having something to say. This is the opposite of good cinema. Repugnant.

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