The problem isn’t the emotional manipulation but the clumsy way in which the movie orchestrates its third act.
A mystery/comedy that has been robbed by age of its humor, leaving behind a leaden and tedious sampling of what people found funny in the 1980s.
Pugh’s performance is the best thing about the movie but the story, despite Merchant’s comedic flourishes, feels stale at times.
It may peter out on the way to an anticlimactic conclusion but it’s fun while it lasts and the three peerless female leads deserve recognition.
Well-made but uneven, "The Front Runner" is a less a film for general movie-goers than for political junkies.
Does an excellent job assembling pieces and preparing viewers for the larger picture but disappoints in its ability to tell a stand-alone story.
Plays out with as much (or more) suspense than any conventional thriller as the cameras capture every step of the treacherous ascent.
For those who can get past the shaky-cam aspect that infects the cinematography, this is an involving look back in time at one of the most significant human endeavors of the last century.
While there are a few moments in the movie that can be said to be Moore at his best, the production as a whole may be Moore at his worst.
A fully disengaged brain is probably the key to enjoyment. Even basic logic engenders a recognition of how truly stupid this screenplay is.