kevinyang’s review published on Letterboxd:
Could’ve been much better if it fully leaned into the absurdist comedy that it teased throughout, but it plays the drama way too straight for how ridiculous its subjects are. It becomes a repackaged story of marital strife, rise to fame, drug addiction, and subsequent fall from grace that we’ve seen many times before, and missing the sort of cultural historical pulse necessary to tell this story. Chastain is solid and Garfield is…sometimes just bad and yet sometimes also compulsively watchable? Also, regardless of what Tammy Faye may have done or not done, I’m also not super enthused to see unity maverick stories that are still ultimately about one of the more destructive institutions in American society. But maybe that’s just me.