All’s Fair is girlboss nonsense. It overflows with thinly empowering dialogue, like “Weak men just can’t handle strong women,” lifted straight from the mass-produced catch-all tray you gifted your sister-in-law last Christmas. These platitudes are peppered with vulgar outbursts in which every fifth word is “bitch” or “cum” or “extort.” A mind-numbingly deadpan Kim Kardashian and her fellow lawyers are surrounded by the stuff of powerful females: couture and diamonds and drawers full of sex toys. The legal drama is pulp feminism from top to bottom — oh yes, add “anal” to that list of overused words — yet I kept pressing play, my brain submitting to the might of another Ryan Murphy trash-TV spectacle.
