I admit that I didn't watch the film to the end. I just couldn't. They lost me when they watched the election results and Eleanor draped her bra in front of her while his (son?) pooped in a jar. Is this the filmmakers understanding of humor? Up to that episode of the film, there was really not a thing I could have called funny (which was what the film is supposed to be, I think). The story is so unthinkable (FDR bitten by a Werewolf who turns out to have a swastika on his belly and carries Mein Kampf, Hitler's piece of prose, please, give me a brake). The only strong point of the film, if you would like to call it that, is the strong language used by the majority of the actors, but is rather quite misplaced and unnecessary.
Review of FDR: American Badass!
