Michael Moore calls it a wrap (wrapping Crime Scene yellow tape around Wall Street buildings).
Same style as his other movies (slice and dice, half-truth and naked truth).
And we are forced to relive the pain that won’t go away: foreclosure, life insurance on employees, and the bail out.
These days, we are just about to get paperback versions of what happened late Summer 2008.
The two silos, economics and politic seem to converge at that moment, and the “pursuit of happiness” got arm twisted into the
“rescue of the common”. We are in this together more than we would like to, earth spaceship that is.
Moore’s love for Flint is clear. And his unique blue-collar cap has been his signature: a producer who won’t take “No” for an answer.
Ambush docudrama.
Embarrassing? Yes.
Apologizing? No.
And the congress woman from Ohio. She is a fireball.
Articulate, forceful and uncompromising.
You will have to view it to see it for yourself.
When I grew up, there were two poles on both sides of the Cold War (and hot war).
Now, I am not so sure one existed just because of the perceived fear of the other (MAD).
Or else, why does it seem to trample upon itself, without Samson doing anything to its pillars?
I knew what’s it is like to no longer live in the house where you grew up. It’s painful.
A piece of heritage is gone with it. What’s a life except for a collection of memories?
Structurally, before the advent of digitization, those memories are fragments of the past, stored up in the attic.
Cousin so and so. The ex-auntie whose tracks we have lost. Oh, what about “Luong Duc Long”, that foreign exchange student?
Wonder if he made it big back in his country? Or he is now out on his own, tossed and turned by market force (unemployment).
Oh well, at least we gave him the spill while he was with us: how great the Commonwealth was , and what it stood for,
from sea to shining sea. Stuff that makes you teary, and enlist. Stuff that makes visitors wanting to someday get in line at
“citizen only” immigration counter. Why are they still coming? Haven’t they heard the story? Love story. Capitalism.
Thang Nguyen 555 