(“It’s a never-ending tunnel,” he told this magazine, in a 2019 profile. For much of his adult life, he has struggled with drug and alcohol addiction. When he was a toddler, his mother and baby sister died in a car crash then, in 2015, he lost his brother, Beau, President Biden’s eldest son, to a brain tumor. Hunter, who is now fifty-two, has lived a life rife with trauma.
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The movie promises to include, among its revelations, “Sex, Prostitution, Drugs, Cronyism, Money Laundering, More Sex, a Laptop from Hell,” not to mention “Chinese Spies, Ukrainian ‘Businessmen,’ ” and “the Selling Out of America.” As they say, don’t threaten me with a good time! Its professed intention is to reveal the alleged corrupt business relationship between the President and his son. But “My Son Hunter” has loftier ambitions than offering a cultural critique of debauched Dem cosmopolitanism. This is the America liberals want, the movie seems to suggest: powdered drugs club rats who are persnickety about their confusing gender identities scantily clad dancers abandoning their womanly dignity in order to afford an education (wait, whose fault is that?). I’m doing this to pay off my college debt.” At one point, a dancer named Kitty breaks the fourth wall, “ The Big Short”-style, turning to the camera and saying, “Don’t judge me. “My friends, it’s time to fucking party!” he booms, as he settles in to watch exotic dancers cavorting under the watchful eye of a femme-presenting host named Lorenzo, who decides, as one often does at a strip show, to announce their pronouns to the audience before the performance begins. room, where he commences to tell everyone what’s what. (The movie, in fact, was shot in Serbia, a kind of Los Angeles of the mind.) Pictured from the back in what strains to seem a one-take shot, like a cut-rate Henry Hill entering the Copacabana in “ GoodFellas,” Hunter Biden, the President’s son (played by the British actor Laurence Fox), glad-hands his way through the venue snorts a line of cocaine before grandly, if inexplicably, disposing of more than half of it on the floor and enters a V.I.P. The first time we glimpse the titular hero of “My Son Hunter,” a chaotic, low-budget agitprop film that the conservative Web site Breitbart released last week, he is seen entering a night club in L.A.