America’s Son

It is easy to discount most new entries in the canon of conservative cinema, on account of the fact that they tend to be bad. By conservative cinema I mean overtly partisan agitprop, not the Clint Eastwood kind, and by bad I mean their dialogue is sermonic, their symbolism is obvious, their edits waffle between awkward and uncanny, and their casts represent a collection of Hollywood afterthoughts who ascribe their mainstream exile to personal politics, whatever its actual cause. In many respects, My Son Hunter, the Breitbart-distributed Hunter Biden biopic that came out this September, seems to fit the mold.