It's been a long time since I've felt as
uncomfortable watching a comedy as I did with The Death of Stalin, where master political satirist Armando Iannucci savagely ridicules the Soviet regime while constantly reminding the audience that it was built on torture, sexual violence and murder.
Centered on a disturbing mystery, the film takes constant, bizarre and unsettled shifts to
comedy throughout, making it far more
uncomfortable to
watch than it should be.