This is a fascinating look at a figure skating drama that obsessed America a generation ago. Figure skating is a controversial sport (there's a whining loser at every Olympics; the most recent is no exception) largely because its judging is highly politicized, image obsessed, and often just simply corrupt.
Despite recent reforms of its judging and scoring processes, figure skating hasn't changed (The Russian girl controversially won Olympic gold at the Russian hosted Olympics. Hmmm.). So a sport that appears ethereal is really just another version of scripted pro wrestling.
Tonya Harding pretty much laid bare the hypocrisy of figure skating long before her ex-husband's cohorts bashed Nancy Kerrigan's knee. She wasn't the crown princess anybody in figure skating wanted as a US or international champion. She never fit the desired image. She never fit in. She got as far as she did only because at one point her talent couldn't be denied.
I've never been convinced Harding masterminded or was involved in planning the attack on Nancy Kerrigan, and this film hasn't changed my opinion. Rather, I still strongly suspect she guessed immediately when it happened it was instigated by her ex-husband because of something she heard beforehand and either discounted or ignored. She covered for these losers because she did nothing to stop them.
Harding appears to be happy with a family and a stable life now. As for Kerrigan, her husband (who appears in the film) was a married man with two very young children when Kerrigan began an affair with him during her preparations for the Olympics. She wasn't the sweet innocent either figure skating or the film would have us believe.