Interesting how Moore uses the same one-sided techniques as the right-wing defenders of free markets; naked appeals to emotion, patriotism, religion (Catholic clergy in Rust Belt congregations condemn capitalism as a sin, pure and simple) and a mythologizing of a distant good-old-days of fair pay and honest labor, before a company mouthpiece named Ronald Reagan got elected and turned the country over to his CEO handlers (conservatives similarly trace all trouble in the world back to Jimmy Carter). Just as the red-staters found their supreme ideal of leadership in George W. Bush, Moore drools over Obama as a genuine agent of change, not just a new boss, same as the old boss, though a late appearance by FDR leaves some food for thought. A novelty rendition of "The Internationale" over the end credits is a real keeper, and the Convention and Visitor's Bureau will not be happy that Moore replays nearly the whole of local comic Mike Polk's fiendish YouTube hit "Cleveland... We're Not Detroit," getting this dying, drab town the bad PR that money just can't buy (but lack of it can). ***
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