McKay sees Lynne as the power behind the throne, a born leader who might have surpassed her husband’s success in an era more conducive to women in politics. Bush, channeled to perfection by Sam Rockwell. And then there’s the quiet, observant man who became the most powerful vice president in modern American history courtesy of George W. Bush and CEO of the Halliburton oil corporation. There’s the man who got whipped into shape by his firebrand wife, Lynne (a spectacular Amy Adams), who dragged him out of jail twice and told him that she had no plans to marry “a filthy hobo.” There’s the chastened Cheney who rose through the ranks as chief of staff for Gerald Ford, secretary of defense for George H.W.
There’s the Wyoming hothead who got kicked out of Yale. That’s the danger zone where no joke is launched without a sting in its tail.Įven buried in layers of latex, sporting 45 extra pounds and a relentless monotone, Bale finds the conflicted essence of Cheney over four decades of turbulent history. But McKay, who won a Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar for his 2015 comic broadside against Wall Street, The Big Short, hits pay dirt whenever he drops us into the place where the political and the personal collide. So who the hell is Vice for? At times, the film itself seems unsure. The far right will bristle because McKay shows us that the America that made the power-mad Dick also helped produce the enraged Cheeto currently occupying the Oval Office. The see-sawing is sure to piss off left-wingers who know Cheney’s a prick and want to see the movie bury his ass. In Vice, the writer-director is tossing grenades every which way - it’s a movie that’s ferociously funny one minute, bleakly sorrowful the next.
Adam McKay’s flamethrowing take on the rise and rise of Dick Cheney, played by a truly unrecognizable Christian Bale, is bound to be polarizing.
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