Wired

"This movie has a scene where Groucho Marx is giving a bitter coke-snorting John Belushi a physical in a randomly-placed Saturday Night Live sketch, and it’s just a perfect microcosm for the entire movie: a bitter, cruel caricature of John Belushi reducing him to a belligerent, self-destructive wastoid juxtaposed with completely tone-deaf and even callous attempts at broad comedy with forced SNL gags that could be shuffled around the movie without care or concern. I’d almost say it’s worth watching for a select few moments that are done really excellently, and it does OCCASIONALLY try to show the positives and history of John Belushi—who’s protracted spectacularly by Michael Chiklis in one of his earliest roles—but it’s built on a broken base from an exploitative and tawdry biography that Belushi’s friends, family, and even widow Judith decried as deplorable and sick, and at least the book didn’t have scenes like John’s corpse screaming during his own autopsy while a sushi chef cuts out his heart over a laugh track, the heavy-handed messaging about drug abuse (even lecturing John ON HIS DEATHBED) and horrible scenes of John fighting with his Guardian Angel during what could be well-made, moving scenes. Not even Cannibal Holocaust was this hateful. "