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Directed by Michael Moore
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Capitalism: A Love Story
Marx said it first: The people identify with their opressor. And a hundred and fifty years later my wife reminds me that not much has changed for the better. But why? What possible benefit will the people get by that identification? My mother was a teacher for twenty years; when the union she belonged to was redbaited out of existence – it turned out that the bad guys were another union -- Albert Shanker and his United Federation of Teachers, trying to get on the good side of the cold war and calling my mother and her coworkers ‘Communists.’ As it happens, my mother never was, although her cousin Elsa was a member and when I was 12 she even took me to a meeting one night; I was so bored I fell asleep and knew afterwards that I could never be a Communist.
But some things never change; in Michael Moore’s new film “Capitalism: A Love Story,” there is footage of the United Auto Workers sit-in in the Ford River Rouge auto plant. And there’s also footage of the workers at Republic Windows in Chicago two years ago, who also sat in and took over the plant because the owners had closed it with three days’ notice and didn’t bother to pay their employees what they owed them. As we say, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
After having taken on certain aspects of capitalism, in “Roger and Me” and his last film “Sicko,” this time Moore takes out both barrels and goes after the mother of them all, “Capitalism: A Love Story.” And yes, of course the title is ironic. In two hours and six minutes Moore finds a way to take on almost every cancerous tumor that capitalism has inserted into our lives.