A few days ago I wrote about a fun little bromantic detective novel featuring Joe Biden. It’s only fitting I follow it up with the new film, Vice, where, in a bizarre echo of American Hustle, Christian Bale puts on a lot of weight to play opposite Amy Adams.
I’d really hate to be Christian Bale’s internal organs. Whatever he’s doing to himself to change his size for every other role has got to be hard on them. He is perhaps taking his study of Stanislavski’s acting method a bit far. But, spoiler alert, Bale’s Cheney has a lot of heart attacks. I wonder if Bale is able to sweat on command, because he really looked legit sweaty during one heart attack scene.
In the end, this film presents Dick Cheney exactly how I expected it would, but it also left me wondering. Is this film really just a thorough liberal Hollywood thrashing of a cunning, Machiavellian, former Vice President? Or is it a subtle warning against anyone in that position who may silently aggregate unprecedented power in a similar way?
I can’t say that I came away with any earthshaking new opinions of the man. Mostly it just made me think of how I was much less nervous during the Obama years. Perhaps it’s all spin, but this movie left me kind of dizzy and a little nauseous.
Make sure you stick aroud for the libtard bashing scene in the end credits.