This little note has a thesis. Michael Moore’s Capitalism: a love story had one too.
I’m a conservative, sort of. I say sort of because I happen to be more of a libertarian than what passes for a conservative these days. I had low expectations for Michael Moore’s thesis counterbalanced with his usual stream of consciousness cinematography and I was disappointed by neither. Allow me to summarize the film and save Shoemaker the problem of review it as an art piece: “blah blah I’m fat blah blah Rich people are mean blah blah don’t you agree with me?”
The film lacked a feasible argument, unlike Bowling for Columbine or Sicko. (That’s correct, I’m a card-carrying Republican and I’ve actually seen all of Michael Moore’s films.) Moore’s Capitalism: a love story ended with quotes from Jefferson and the elder John Adams, all the while neglecting the fact that both men participated in the foment of mercantile Capitalism in this country. Meanwhile, the film jumped from sob shot to sob shot, denigrating an economic downturn, neglecting to point out that that collapse was preceded by some of the largest and (excepting the post-9/11 market deflation) longest growth through which we all may ever live.
Moore sloshes blame on every president since Jimmy Carter (yes, even Tricky Bill), all the while trumpeting Franklin Roosevelt as the model on which the economy should have been predicated. We get shown image after image from the Bush Whitehouse, clearly the film’s real villain; Moore neglects to point out that the Spendmeister in Chief currently occupying that selfsame building rammed a stimulus package that would make the only Socialist in the Senate (Bernie Sanders from Vermont) blush and Andrew Jackson (himself a deficit-hawk and debt-reducing maestro) roll over in his cliché.
And then, just when it seems like a Michael Moore movie would pass without a GM reference, he trots out his old warhorse, attempting to equate GM’s collapse with the competition created by Capitalism. Competition which has been quieted by…bombs…lots and lots of bombs. Moore all the while argues for a similar bombing spree vis-à-vis a “peasant’s revolt”. That’s right: open revolution. Of course, he doesn’t want us to be irresponsible and actually kill congressmen (well, maybe all the Republican ones he didn’t interview), but just vote them out of office and vote in a Senate filled with Bernie Sanders.
Let me be clear: I don’t like recessions, nobody does. When recessions get bad, we call them depressions, which is pretty sensible considering that’s usually how we all feel during. The reason we’re having a recession, in a nutshell, is that everyone of the movers and shakers got excited about economic growth and let a bubble get so big that when it burst, everyone got gum in their face and hair. The beautiful thing about Capitalism is that it will come back, it will be fine. What the economy needs (and now I’m quoting South Park) is “people spending money”. The way people have money to spend is with lower taxes for the people who have less. That’s called Capitalism and it really is that simple, I promise.
Economic recovery takes time, that’s a hard reality. Nothing comes quickly. But we have to all keep trying; keep working; keep doing whatever we can. Stan was right, spending money will bring some recovery. I bought my ticket, from which Michael Moore will get a nice fat cut (Irony, party of Moore?), and staged my own little “revolt” in the theater. A good many of us went, in varying stages and modes of intoxication, bought popcorn and sodas and pretended the movie was anything other than a fat man making money for being a Grumpapotamus. Of course…that’s just my opinion, I could be wrong.






