August 11, 2005
Frank
Complaints about Michael Moore are easy to come by. I have my own. I don't care that his movies are manipulative and dishonest; the same can be said for Star Wars and every political speech ever, and given that Mooreflix fall somewhere in the middle, as rhetorical entertainments, "objectivity" is a bullshit criterion. I'm actually more aggravated that Fahrenheit 9/11 was boring. I knew all that shit already, just from reading the papers, and (unlike the cheerfully nutty Bowling For Columbine) it didn't really have an analysis, just obvious squawking. What next, a movie that spends 90 minutes of my life on the revelation that really unhealthy food makes you really unhealthy?
Hey! wait! I've got a new complaint! Michael Moore has done so well by now that he can afford not to make any more profits on his films, ever! I don't know this for a fact, but I'm strangely confident.
Even so, I absolutely and completely appreciate this. As I said, obviously it's easier for Moore to opt for charismatic laissez-faire about his own pocket-thickness than it is for you or I. But one could say the same of Metallica, or Andre Young, or a thousand other millionaires who instead hustle their proxies toward the scriptorium to crank out a few more indictments of children, grandmothers, and the tweeners remaining.
“I don’t agree with the copyright laws and I don’t have a problem with people downloading the movie and sharing it with people as long as they’re not trying to make a profit off my labour. I would oppose that." How hard is that to say?
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