I Am Andrew Tate review – an exhausting, depressing hour with an awful human

The toxic masculinity influencer was arrested before he could give a new interview for this disturbing film about his rise. But he still manages to damn himself …

Andrew Tate has built a career on saying the quiet part out loud. And, allegedly, on trafficking women and other crimes, but we will get to that. It’s the first bit that enabled the alleged rest.

Tate, a former kickboxer, capitalised on his notoriety in the ring – along with his unpleasant but undeniable charisma – to build a career as a powerful online influencer. He is known for his misogynistic rants and espousals of male superiority (“Female self-defence is a joke. What the fuck are you going to do when your face is collapsed?” he says after miming punching a woman in the face). He promises his followers that he can reverse the feminisation of modern society. His fans enrol in their thousands for his “university” courses to learn how to emulate their hero.