Firstly, does Michale Moore have a fear of baldness or something? Why else does he always wear that stupid cap? Tosser.

The film... oh my... I first saw it when it was realeased and by god i'd forgotten what a total POS bit of filmmaking this is. I mean, i couldn't make a worse "documentary" if i tried.

What's wrong with it? Everything.

He oversimplifies complicated topics, trivialises others, casts vast unsupported assertions without evidence, sets unsuspecting people up for falls in a way not seen since Brass Eye (sans satire) and then puts his big fat self in the centre of it all as a 300lb bearded messiah. It's just such complete and utter tosh i found it almost impossible to watch in its entirety without vomiting a little in my mouth.

The only remarkable, creditable aspect of the whole sorry charade is the editing - which does the unbelievable job of making the obese jerk seem convincing. Shaky camerawork aside, it's a horribly constructed piece of socialist propoganda (and i'm neither American or conservative myself) that seems to suggest that guncrime is the fault of... well it never really answers that question. He says its not poverty, but later in the film goes to great lengths to show how poverty causes guncrime. He says it's because the US has a right to bear arms, but then points out Canda has the same right and none of the associated crime problems. So who does he settle on? The media, because they're the easiest target. Yes, the media depict violence, but then as he tells us lots of other countries have far more violent media than the US so what does that leave him with? A cheap PR stunt with two Columbine survivors (watch the scene outside K Mart and notice how often Moore says 'we'). It's tacky, superficial, egomanical stuff and for a finalé? He practically abuses Charlton Heston (who was probably suffering from alzheimers at the time). Nothing Heston says in that interview is wrong when considered objectively, and towards the end Moore railroads him relentlessly into making statements he clearly did not intent to make and does not believe. It's sickening to watch Moore bully an old frail man into embarrassing himself.

So with nothing to point the blame at Moore's ultimate failure withBFC is that his film is an empty vessel. A cupful of empty hate and bile, he's clearly bitter but with nothing to direct the anger at his film is vacuous, swaying from topic to topic like a drunken vagrant in no control of his senses. It's sad that the film has nothing to say; pitiful that Mr Moore doesn't realise it.

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