Michael Moore’s documentaries are always provocative. They strip the magician’s curtains of corporate greed, militaristic mindset, and just plain idiocy of those in power. I see him as a cousin to Bertolt Brecht, but just more jolly and populist.
Here, with jittery camera, unedited, he seems nearly void of the humour I expect from him. But just as provocative.
Sorry for the play on the title, Michael. Hope you know you’ve got a fan here.