Ugh. On the one hand, this fake documentary is quite slickly made in places, particularly when it finally comes to the actual shooting of George W. Bush and the immediate aftermath, a genuinely jolting blending of real and “pre”-constructed imagery. On the other hand, to borrow a phrase I heard in Mark Kermode recent review of the Wicker Man remake, a wonderfully handy phrase for describing some films, it’s just so wet. It’s just nowhere near as challenging as a) I wanted it to be, b) I expected it to be and c) it plain should have been. I don’t know where it’s coming from or what it’s trying to say or where it’s going to. A real disappointment that ultimately amounts to nothing more than an attempt to stir up anticipatory controversy with nothing but a concept and an image. I find the fact that something as weak as this can be touted as “award-winning” even more upsetting than anything this movie tries to suggest. You’ve heard people say of other movies, “if you’ve seen the trailer, you’ve seen it all.” In this case, I’d say that if you’ve merely seen the poster and spent more than a few seconds reflecting on the possibility, then that’s pretty much all there is to it.