I, Tonya

[Drunk Monk]

Brava Margot & Allison. Funny, heartfelt, tragic, dysfunctional, white trash, Olympic - I remember it all quite well. They skipped the sex tape chapter (I confess I’ve seen it) but the rest moved along well. It’s one of those films where there’s a lot of talking to the camera, played to good effect with the rashomon quality of storytelling. Leggy Margot is digitally shortened and given muscular thighs way beyond her, but still lacks a skater’s physique. Nevertheless the skating sequences are remarkable fusions on swirling camera work and cgi seemlessly executed. The slo mo triple with Margot’s face and digitally-steroids buttocks is convincing. And Margot delivers some fine acting chops, especially towards the end of the film, not just a pretty face. Janney had a line that made both Stacy & me lol, which is rare for a film. The music wasn’t quite correct for the 90s but okay. Tonya comes off as no angel, but also quite tragic - she was at the golden globes at Margot’s table, so there’s some redemption in that and in this film. Recommended for cf because if memory serves, he used to crush on Tonya.