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A lot of character drama. So much so, that I was never wrapped up in the plot, the way the characters obviously were. It's clearly supposed to be very fascinating, the things they're all discussing, but I'm too busy noticing the quirks of this mish-mash of folks. Like The West Wing at it's worst. Fine acting, but the beats were all minor variations on classic clichés.

The idea of exploring very famous people's personal lives is an exciting one. Especially the rise of a regime: how real people met and felt about one another, and loved what they were doing, and fought to make an administration happen. That' a worthy goal in the telling of a story... but it never really happened. The movie was far too busy trying to entertain me with the weird shit Billy Bob Thorton was doing, and pulling me out of the movie when no one punched him in the face for doing it.

This was made, I think, for dull people. They are more easily impressed by boring quirks.