The Apprentice

Flicker I’d been wanting to watch The Apprentice for ages, but I missed it when it was in theaters. So when I finally got the chance to see it with my dad — and since it had been forever since we watched a film together — it felt like the perfect excuse. Well… perfect in the sense that we spent two hours following Trump’s life, and, as any sane person would agree, I can’t stand Trump. But god, this film looks stunning. Whatever cameras or film stock they used — that texture, that warmth, that visual rhythm — it’s gorgeous. It even gave me a bit of a Casino vibe (you know, that 80s glitz-meets-moral-decay energy). Sebastian Stan? Great. But Jeremy Strong? WOW. That man doesn’t act, he deteriorates on screen. The way he sinks into illness while realizing the monster he’s helped create — it’s terrifying, magnetic, unforgettable. And the arc itself… Trump goes from a small, pathetic nobody to a gigantic, powerful nobody. From tiny piece of shit to historically huge piece of shit. Who, yes, became President. Twice. (Let that sink in 😐😐.) I loved how the film balanced the legal tension, the 80s aesthetic, and that jazzy undercurrent that made it feel alive. It could’ve been over-the-top or caricatural, but it wasn’t — it’s sharp, it’s precise, and it’s painfully real. Honestly? I loved it. Every cynical, golden-hued, horrifying minute of it.