Capitalism: A Love Story

Capitalism: A Love Story

Directed By: Michael Moore


There’s a very telling scene towards the end of Moore’s latest screed: he’s photographed causing trouble again, wrapping crime scene tape around the buildings of Wall Street, yelling through a bright red megaphone about the injustice of the bailout. In a tired voice, he admits via voiceover that he’s getting tired of having to do this sort of thing.

His point, in fairness, is that he wants others to take up the call, that his voice for twenty years now, as shrill as it may be, nonetheless has been at the forefront of a particular segment of the American left. However, the film itself feels tired – anybody paying attention won’t find anything they don’t already know, and even more than some of his other films, this one firmly preaches to the converted.

It must be said that over the last twenty years Moore has gotten very good at making this sort of thing – the pacing is decent, the interviews fairly cogent, and the explicit callbacks to Roger and Me and amusing twist. Still, it all seems like history repeating itself.

Obama gets off pretty cleanly, but he does attack the odd Democrat in Congress. The real bad guys are Madoff, Bush and the Goldman/Sacks boys that infest the Fed/Treasury department, and, really, is anyone still surprised by this?

I’d be amused if Moore could actually make a doc without his iconoclastic imprint. As is stands, compared to his previous work, consider this little more than, uh, “Moore” of the same.

Grade: B-


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