The right’s latest propaganda film
Salon’s Andrew O’Hehir watched the right’s latest failed attempt a filmmaking, “My Son Hunter” so you don’t have to. He first takes a long look at the grift that underlies the whole project which is par for the course. It’s really something in this case.
But then he gets to the film review which, I confess, made me laugh throughout:
“My Son Hunter” is a letdown because it’s just a stupid farce that recycles a bunch of familiar allegations about the Bidens that — setting aside any discussion of their veracity! — we’ve all heard a million times by now. Hunter Biden, a young gentleman with a prep-school background and a fondness for narcotics and the company of sex workers, used his dad’s name to get paid big-time by shady companies in China and Ukraine (so far this is almost inarguably true) and his father delivered big U.S. government contracts to those companies and their official benefactors while taking kickbacks.
Yes, libs, that last part is almost certainly false, but in the movie all that material is delivered as blah-blah-blah exposition in between the not-very-lurid scenes involving drugs and babes, which fail to convince us that Hunter Biden’s excesses were in any way unusual for a person of his temperament and background. The conspiracy-theory narration is either delivered by former MMA fighter turned “canceled” actress Gina Carano, playing a Secret Service agent (a free-form in-joke that never goes anywhere), or by Grace (Emma Gojkovic), the hooker who gets mildly red-pilled and redeems herself from a life of sin, first by trying to serve as Hunter’s conscience and then by leaking salacious gossip to the New York Post. I mean, a girl’s got to do, etc.
For that matter, actor John James, who was a regular on multiple daytime soaps in the 2000s, looks even less like Joe Biden than Fox looks like Hunter. This is James’ second recent appearance in a right-wing propaganda film, having played James Comey (!) in something called “The ObamaGate Movie.” James looks a lot like Sen. Ron Johnson, the crazy-pants Wisconsin Republican, who would probably pretend to enjoy “My Son Hunter” if someone made him watch it.
So if this were a movie about Lance Armstrong and Ron Johnson doing some crime, we’d be good. As things stand, it seems like they just hired two white guys who were roughly the right age and height and put suits on them, because who can tell the difference, right? I intended to make a joke here about how that was racist and I was triggered, but it’s honestly not worth it.
This whole thing is really just an excuse to prattle on about the drugs and the babes. Just take a look at this from last night:
