Yesterday: I, Tonya (Gillespie, 2017)
Not bad at all, this. Probably somewhat overly sympathetic to Tonya Harding’s position but then again the movie is telling an awful lot of its tale from her perspective. It happily does this though because it’ll equally happily present the same events from other perspectives too, as well as giving characters the opportunity to break the fourth wall and directly refute each other’s versions of events. In that sense, it reminds me a little of The Wolf of Wall Street (though I’d hasten to add that I, Tonya is not in the same league as that movie by any stretch) and quite a lot of Twenty Four Hour Party People, Michael Winterbottom’s look at Tony Wilson and the rise and fall of Factory Records. Margot Robbie is decent enough in the title role, bringing to mind Jaime Pressly’s turn as Earl Hickey’s dynamite white-trash ex-wife Joy Turner in My Name is Earl, and I didn’t even recognise Marvel’s Winter Soldier Sebastian Stan as Tonya’s bellend husband Jeff; but the movie is stolen from the pair of them by Allison Janney as Tonya’s utter c*nt of a mother.
To this day (literally: she was protesting her innocence on Good Morning Britain only this morning) the real Tonya Harding insists she had no prior knowledge of her ex-husband’s bumwitted plan to hobble Nancy Kerrigan and remove her from contention for the 1994 Winter Olympics.