B.J. Novak's The Premise seems self-consciously engineered for profundity and stark provocation.
The Dictator doesn’t so much stir hot-button issues as showcase a great satirist off his game.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
It’s no less meticulously engineered than Tarantino’s other pulp fictions, except this one is more linear and—gasp—humane than most.