Posted on | January 12, 2013 | 37 Comments
Tonight, surfing around the channels, I happened onto Current TV — the progressive network that environmentally concerned Al Gore just sold to the oil-rich sheikhs of Qatar — and the network was showing Michael Moore’s 2009 documentary, Capitalism: A Love Story.
Watching it, I noticed that Michael Moore wasn’t really trying to explain what caused the mortgage meltdown. No, he was telling his audience who (and what) to blame for the mortgage meltdown.
A preference for blame over understanding is a hallmark of prejudice. There’s not really that much difference in hating “the rich” and hating any other group of people.
Using loaded language about “greed” and labels like “Corporate America” isn’t any less prejudicial than talking about how Mexicans are sneaking over the border to take away American jobs. As a matter of fact, Democrats spent a lot of time the past year talking about “outsourcing” and “shipping jobs overseas,” which is really just another method of xenophobic blame-shifting: The Foreigners! Are Taking! Our Jobs!
Why don’t we recognize the language of the Left as expressions of prejudice? Why is demonization of “the rich” accepted as a substitute for actual understanding of how the economy works?
While we’re asking rhetorical questions, here’s another one: Why are liberals afraid to mention that Michael Moore’s movie sucks?
Capitalism: A Love Story stinks to high heaven. Never mind Moore’s deliberately dumbed-down approach to economics. It’s just a bad movie.
Moore is supposed to be one of the world’s finest documentary makers, but I’ve seen one-hour specials on CNBC that had better production values than Capitalism: A Love Story.
Subtlety? Nuance? No, Michael Moore imagines an audience full of idiots who need to be told what to think, and who must have every point made for them explicitly, then have that point pounded into their dull brains over and over and over again.
Such tired clichés of ignorant left-wing populism! Wall Street is likened to a casino and mortage lenders are compared to Mafia loansharks.
You won’t really learn anything from Capitalism: A Love Story, except that Michael Moore hates rich people and Republicans, but you knew that before the movie ever started, so it’s really just a colossal waste of time. And the same is true of the politics of prejudice of which Moore’s movie is such a typical example: Vote for people who appeal to your ignorant hatred — The Rich! Are Sending! Our Jobs! To China! — and you’ll find that their policies don’t really solve your problems.
What is it that Michael Moore wants? Well, he wants a lot of protests and strikes — the Workers (yea!) against the Rich (boo!) — without much thought as to how this will generate demand, or attract capital investment, or do anything else that will actually lead to . . . well, jobs.
In the end, Michael Moore’s solution boils down to (a) nostalgia for FDR, and (b) resentment about Katrina and New Orleans.
No — really. This is the peroration of his sermonette, and then he does an idiotic stunt, rolling out crime-scene tape around big Wall Street bank office buildings and shouting through a megaphone that he’s there to make a “citizen’s arrest.”
But the real crime is Michael Moore’s lousy movie.
He reportedly got a budget of $20 million from Harvey Weinstein’s production company and, evidently, spent the majority of it on jelly donuts. It sure as hell doesn’t look like a $20 million movie.
Having paid himself handsomely for delivering this craptastic ripoff of a movie — financed by capitalists — Moore wants you to know that “capitalism is evil” and must be eliminated.
A colossal waste of time, like I said.