I just saw it this weekend, enjoyed it greatly, though a few clicks less than I did Christopher Buckley’s book. Too much of the rich texture of the world of Washington sin-merchants was lost in the necessary condensation from page to screen. But all in all, as smart and fun a Hollywood comedy as I’ve seen in a long while. And I couldn’t help thinking it could make a terrific, edgy, politically astute sitcom. But who could we get to write the script…?
Meanwhile, I found it very odd that a movie about the world of tobacco lobbyists, in which the main character is a smoker, in which Big Tobacco bribes Big Hollywood to feature more on-screen smoking, features exactly no on-screen smoking.