K. Austin Collins’s review published on Letterboxd:
I refuse to believe that Mary Cheney had an easier time coming out than me.
And I think this film is a cowardly foray into satire. Quit hand holding with voiceover, quit softening the bite with fleshed-out realism and stylistic sobriety, quit humanizing by way of sanitizing family life, and just make your fucking movie. Push the style, push the ideas, and stop being a coward. The false ending bit was cheesy, but aggressive. Give me more of that. I will add: Bale has never been more finely wrought, more nose to the ground in the details of gesture and insinuating speech patterns, than this.