Kurt’s review published on Letterboxd:
The worst tendencies of Vice amplified to 11; once again, Adam McKay is preaching to the choir and telling us literally nothing new, all while condescending to and yelling at that same audience and thinking he is the smartest and most important person in the room. Doesn’t help that this is a frequent mess tonally regardless, with McKay’s direction—shoddy handheld camerawork and sloppy editing being the most prominent flaws—and his ensemble cast’s performances rarely ever on the same page (poor Mark Rylance, who seems to be in a completely different film). McKay kicked off this whole “serious filmmaker” phase with a film that managed to balance clever satire and scathing commentary with The Big Short and has been learning all of the wrong lessons ever since. Timothee Chalamet’s hair, tho.