Freelance film and TV critic.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Pitch: Having escaped from police custody, Riley North is determined to continue pursuing justice by tracking down the cartel bosses who supplied drugs to Diego Garcia, and whose business interests are responsible for her family's murder. Meanwhile, accountant Chris Wolff has been hired by the cartel to look into the theft of their drug shipments by Diego Garcia, for which Riley North was really responsible. As Riley closes in on the cartel and Chris closes in on Riley, the stage is set for ...
Peppermint vs. The Accountant
This really tanks hard once it gets to the cancel culture stuff. I thought that part would be more allegorical, but no, it's just a bunch of recycled social media talking points that come across as especially disingenuous when applied to this metaphysical situation. The first half is a lot of unfocused weirdness, but at least it's entertaining and unpredictable. The final act is like a Daily Wire version of a Charlie Kaufman movie.
This is a whole lot of too much, and it really wore me out long before it ended. I've only seen Rosalind Russell in a handful of 1930s/1940s roles, and this is like all of her performances from that era added together. It's both stagey in its presentation and sitcom-like in its episodic structure, and it eventually just collapses, although there's some enjoyable wit along the way. I'm not entirely anti-Mame but I wouldn't say I'm exactly pro-Mame either.