Darn that Sublime and Ridiculousness prior to a third POTUS debate in Sin City… “Harbinger of Doom” Michael Moore shows his latest work in NYC (tonight!)
The release reads, “You are invited to see the film Ohio Republicans tried to shut down,” and explains that Moore “dives right into hostile territory with his daring and hilarious one-man show, deep in the heart of TrumpLand just weeks before the 2016 election.”
Moore intended to put on a performance at the Midland Theatre in Ohio earlier this month, but was not permitted to do so. The reasons he couldn’t were a matter of dispute between the venue and the director.
Moore has been a harbinger of doom when it comes to Trump. Back in July he published a list of five reasons the Republican nominee is bound to win the presidency.
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And upholding the honor of the ridiculous… from James O’Keefe, that felonious super-pimp with pretensions of being an Allen Funt tribute cineaste:
What is notable about Alec Baldwin’s impression of Donald Trump, and why it presumably got under Donald Trump’s skin, is simply that it is not about Donald Trump being rich, self-obsessed, self-actualized, married to a younger woman, and unflappable. Instead, it is about all of his mistakes. Baldwin, pouting like a botched collagen patient, gives a one-word answer to the question “Would you be a good role model?”: “No.” He trails off mid-sentence. He tells people to vote on November 35th. He is presented as a hypocrite about sexual assault. He’s racist and says Hillary “committed so many crimes, she’s basically a black.” He hovers behind Hillary “like a shark.” Meanwhile, the sketch presumes that Trump has tanked his chances and that Hillary is going to win: she is introduced as President Clinton. What you don't see, in this sketch, is Trump talking about his money, his hot wife, his rallies, his knowledge of the tax code.
Thursday, Oct 20, 2016 · 6:04:19 AM +00:00
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The main takeaway of Michael Moore in TrumpLand is that Clinton is neither the monster nor the craven career politician that she has long been portrayed as in the media.
After playing a clip of an idealistic and unapologetically liberal young Hillary speaking at her graduation ceremony at Wellesley College, Moore pleads with the skeptics in his audience to consider that maybe that Clinton is the realClinton, and that maybe she has just been playing her cards close to the vest all these years. Maybe, Moore suggests, Clinton will unleash her true will on the country after her inauguration by signing a series of hard-left executive orders, including one that would require the Justice Department to prosecute all police officers who shoot unarmed black men. It’s an odd note to end on, considering the film is at least in part aimed at persuading undecided voters to support Clinton’s candidacy. It also highlights the movie’s fundamental conceptual flaw: though billed as a confrontational act in the heart of Trump country, its actual intended audience seems to be Bernie Sanders supporters who Moore worries will stay home on Nov. 8. That’s fine, as far as it goes, but “Michael Moore in TrumpLand” it ain’t. Too bad—that sounds like it could have been a pretty good movie.