Liz’s review published on Letterboxd:
Like The Disaster Artist, this isn't the mocking comedy that I think a lot of people are wanting and taking it to be -- and Tonya Harding and the filmmakers know that, directly implicating the audience in its laughter at a woman's abuse at the hands of her mother, her ex-husband, and the world at large. You can laugh at the inanity of Shawn Eckhardt's delusional ramblings or Lavona Harding's ugly, acidic takedowns, but, as the film proves over the credits, this is all based on fact.
For the people saying the music choices are too on-the-nose: This is a movie about a woman who won the U.S. Figure Skating Championship with a program set to the Batman soundtrack, Sondheim, and Tone Loc. The needledrops are totally appropriate and actually probably what she would've wanted.