I, Tonya

I, Tonya

it's been a while since i watched a movie that i knew i was about to hate in the first five minutes.

tonya harding, i'm so sorry. i'm sorry that every depiction of your abuse in this film is made with quirky editing and then followed by some random pop song. and then a fourth wall break so the audience can have a laugh at you. and it starts again. another punch from jeff, another song, another violent word from your mother, another laugh from the audience. "i was a punchline", margot robbie says while looking at the camera, the film seeming to say that the tonya they're depicting isn't equally one. robbie's tonya isn't even given a chance to be three-dimensional, because the two other characters giving their versions of the story are her abusers. "now we're gonna show you a scene of tonya getting violently abused for the 695th time, but y'know, the guy who did it to her said it didn't happen so maybe she's lying cause bitches be crazy am i right!!!", seems to say the film in god knows how many scenes. i loved gillespie's LARS AND THE REAL GIRL partly because of how much genuine empathy the film had for its unconventional and misunderstood main character. but the empathy here is everything but sincere - they're acknowledging her struggle one second, then making her the butt of yet another joke the next. honestly... i could go on but i'm so disappointed about everything in this that i'm too tired to talk about it. bad representation of abuse is one thing that already gets on my nerves, using a real person's story and making a joke out of it under a fake mask of understanding is another that just left a horrible taste in my mouth. sorry to everyone who liked this and tonya, once again, i'm so sorry.

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