Hungover and stuck at a job you hate, will you show up for your big presentation, or duck out with Debby, the HR rep with an FDR fetish?
Such is the premise of Jilly Gagnon and Mike Mac Donald's hilarious new book a work that implores us to laugh in the face of life's tiny tragedies, no matter how close to home they hit.
Depicting a typical day through Donald’s Trump’s eyes, the filmed piece sees Trump swooning through his day in barely focused self-absorption, with more than a hint of madness.
At first, everything’s coming up delusionally Donald, as The Failing New York Times proclaims itself irrelevant, Fox News trumpets his “landslide” in soothing tones, and his reflection is of a be-wigged and -suited John Cena, with enormous, oversized hands.
Maybe, says Peter Biskind, whose sources claim that an insecure Beatty "worried every speech to death" as the movie crumbled around him. That's a bad idea to begin with: like Scary Movie, parodies of a parody are on to a loser from the start.
But with the addition of crude racial stereotyping (of all races) and a fatal lack of funny, this goes from bad to worst.