I'm a bit fascinated by Miller's fascination.
National Review is a site dedicated to seeing Hillary Clinton elected and having blame for that fall to Trump supporters. For reasons unstated they're dedicated in maintaining status quo with a faint preference for Republican executive branch but with very little difference. Reading through comments to the article confirms this perception.
The official trailer is posted there. But not here, I wouldn't do that to you. It's awful all the way through. And extremely annoying besides. Each moment is cringing. Every single second, compressed annoyance. Anthony Weiner really is awful, he cannot escape his own behavior. Huma's attachment to him is inexplicable but that doesn't stop all observers, and I mean all observers, from offering their own explanation anyway, ranging from presumed size of Weiner's penis to Huma gaining access to the White House through Hillary Clinton. Oddly, throughout all this, through the film and through the discussion in comments, it is Huma who comes through most sympathetically.
Everything she does, every expression aimed at the camera she treats almost as an intruder, is calculated, measured, and done in the interest of protecting not only her young son, but her boss and the future Democratic presidential nominee, Hillary Clinton.The whole time I read through Stephen Miller's reaction to this obnoxious film and his mentions of Clinton's camp keeping tabs on Weiner's erratic behavior expecting the next mess for them I was thinking, "We know all this already. We internalized all this well long ago. There is no pleasure, no enjoyment, no fascination in seeing it all again like a video file stuck on repeat. It's annoying, extremely so, and not the least bit fascinating. How can anyone find it so?
Sensible people pursue pleasant interests like gardening, photography, cooking, drawing and the like, not sitting through obnoxious cringe inducing political films. Sensible people become anxious viewing psychological disorder acted out, observing power struggles of worked up psychological cases.
All this is my excuse for digging up from the remote past (in political terms) a GIF made a long time ago and already shown, just to get this nonsense out of my system. To purge him, and her and herself, but here they all are again, vexing us doing the same things again, for it's not just Anthony Weiner who is stuck. Clearly, it's all of them stuck in their ways, Anthony, Huma, Hillary, her supporters, Stephen Miller, and every last one of his commenters there, all still very stuck.
Go on, have a look. Torture yourself if you like, the way Stephen Miller likes. But I prefer my own take from very long ago. It's more entertaining and a lot less annoying. To me.
I don't know where this photo is taken. When Anthony was profiled in some magazine that I now forget the name of, I was struck by its impressive Spartan design better than any college dorm that I've seen. Most likely a Washington pied-à-terre, seemed too bare, too nakedly college level to actually abide in full time. The few rooms had no decoration whatsoever, nothing comfortable in them. Except, as I'm recalling now, a single political poster. As worked up loyal Democrats do. Their only art.
Now I'm sad again.
Come to think of it, these flowers shown above could have been brought in just for the shoot, to add spots of color to that profile intended to humanize the nearly non-human. It is how they think. "This place needs a few pops. Get a pillow in here and order some flowers." During the documentary covered by Miller at National Review, the filmmakers keep adding suggestions to help Anthony come across better, they know what they're doing while Anthony does not, and Anthony Weiner keeps telling them to shut up.
National Review (with the same video)
(Jesus Christ, you two, talk about stepping on a guy's post! There was nothing there scheduled when I started this thing. I had to leave momentarily. I ate an entire pizza all at once last night and its remnant portion came out today the same way. BLAM!)