I’m unsure if I was supposed to enjoy the joyous cynicism of the opening half-hour of Vice as much as I did, nor if I was enjoying it quite as its creators intended. Either way, it was hard not to.
Adam McKay’s stylised biopic leaves you in no doubt that Dick Cheney, recent US vice president, is a bastard. After an early stint of feckless drunkenness he tries political wonkery, and is sufficiently impressed by the crudeness of a young Donald Rumsfeld to become a Republican. Some diversions aside, he keeps rising.