W.

It was a struggle to get to the end of the abysmal pile of shit. It's hard to believe that Oliver Stone was once a relevant film maker, let alone arguably the most important director of a decade. This movie fails in so many ways. It starts with the writing. The effort to shoehorn in ever catchphrase and awkward moment and Bush-bashing antecdote into the script was handled so ham-handedly and conspicuously that it was impossible to treat the film as believable. It's like they were winking at the camera the whole time. This film is largely about the build-up to the Iraq war, but it takes detours all over Bush's life. But the shifts in time are completely arbitrary and leave the entire film meandering and muddled. The performances are uniformly awful, but there should be special distinction for Thandie Newton as Condeleeza Rice. It's hard to believe that she was able to commit to such a garish, cartoony performance for the entire run of the movie, but she did. This movie was so bad I think I would have preferred to see Bush in office again.