Here’s the thing, though, Obama can take a joke, Trump cannot.

But no, Vaughn didn’t mock Le Drumpf, he must clearly be a fascist nazi rayciss oppressor in disguise.

Gosh, heaven forbid I limit my comparisons to how the movies have handled portrayals of US Presidents in an article specifically about how the movies have handled portrayals US Presidents.

I think the rightwing narrative of action for action’s sake is kind of built into the action movie genre. Or at least there is a serious bias. Hard to make an action movie where everyone talks out their differences and comes to a win-win compromise.

Gotta call BS on this one.

If you go too far—if movies get political when they’re meant to be fun—then it weighs everything down a bit too much.

Consciously or not, it’s likely that Matthew Vaughn, being a staunch conservative, felt more comfortable blowing up a left wing President than a right wing President. The special relationship is stronger when the American counterpart is closer to your political affiliation.

Worse, he started at a ritzy prep school (which usually recruit ringers for their football teams), then got sent (aka expelled from ritzy school) to an obscure all-boys military school (seriously, it’s not even considered the best all-boys military school in that 50 mile radius). He probably was on some teams — as…

Why Euphronia! You've mastered the art of being ambulatory while being perfectly pyramidal! Bitch, you cray!

Ladies, look at Lisbeth. She dares leave her salon with only seven layers of crinolines! Whore.

Well, motherhood was fun....

Bitch please. This coiffure took hours, and seven gallons of shellac and egg yokes. I cannot fathom why none of youse brought a parasol, in case it rains in here.

Thanks to my portable lavatory, I can totally throw a deuce under here an no one is the wiser!

“Hold on, there’s a bee on top of your head! Don’t move... okay, it’s gone now.”

“So help me, he’d better bring me back something besides syphilis this time...”

"Does my butt look too small in this bustle?"

I think I’ve read this romance novel plot a gazillion times, and loved every second of it.

No one goes to school in Bath. Bath is where you go to escort your maiden aunt who’s suffering from ill humors and must take in the air, but needs a companion other than her over indulged spaniel Mr. Powderhauser and her dour ladies maid Frida. If she asks you to go, you must, because you have no fortune of your own,…

“1875. “He sent you a sketch of his WHAT????””

Photoshop of horrors, 1832 edition.