"Have you no decency?"
"Oh, I've heard that before..."
The more my thoughts dwell on this film, the more I come to appreciate it. It is, I suppose, a tale of two monsters- ultra-reactionary, homophobic, gay, anti-Semitic, Jewish, sadistic, loyal, charismatic fixer Roy Cohn and the utterly amoral Donald Trump. It isn't quite the making of a monster- we only really hint at the sheer nightmarishness of having Fred Trump as a father- but Cohn was, shall we say, a bad influence on the boy. As for Cohn's own demons, well...Ali Abbasi does a superb job of evoking the New York of the 1970s and '80s, with the fashions, soundtrack and mores truly evoking a time that is longer ago than some of us like to imagine. From the exclusive New York clubs to the cocaine-fuelled orgies to the emergence of AIDS... it was a different time.
Sebastian Stan is perfect as Trump, inhabiting the entitled, soulless, empty man without crossing the line into doing an impression. He showcases the charm and charisma, but also makes it clear what a truly horrible orange monster the boy was and is. That scene with poor Ivana is truly horrific. Alas, if only she'd stayed with her boyfriend.
Yet the film truly belongs to Jeremy Strong, who truly inhabits both the mannerisms and the deep darkness of Roy Cohn, a truly evil man who, uniquely among the many tragic victims of AIDS, deserves no sympathy. We follow the power balance between these two men, Cohn as alpha male and mentor and Trump as supplicant at first... until the orange monster, having learned what he needs, has no further time for this pathetic, weak old man, happily claiming credit for Cohn's methods as his own.
That final, tragic, birthday party for a very frail Cohn, though... remind you of anyone?



