Bring me Solo and the Wookiee. They will all suffer for this outrage.
Capitalism: A Love Story shows the filmmaker taking aim at the people that made our economy a mess, pulling out big money sacks and trying to get all the cash back to the American people. If he can find it, that is.
But is it simply a documentary? Not according to Moore. “It’s a crime story,” he says. “But it’s also a war story about class warfare. And a vampire movie, with the upper 1 percent feeding off the rest of us. And, of course, it’s also a love story. Only it’s about an abusive relationship. It’s not about an individual, like Roger Smith, or a corporation, or even an issue, like health care. This is the big enchilada. This is about the thing that dominates all our lives — the economy. I made this movie as if it was going to be the last movie I was allowed to make.”
“It’s a comedy.”
Michael Moore gives me douche chills, but I’ll probably like this movie anyway. Because I hate somewhat rich filmmakers less than I hate obscenely rich CEOs. Now, I’m not saying I’m poor, but my car is old enough to vote. Which is why you guys should stop judging our forbidden love. Like my daddy says, “If it’s old enough to rust, have sex with that car.”