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.
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.