The last thing I wanted to see was Michael Moore make a comedic song and dance out of the death of the world. Capitalism: A Love Story
is the most he’s managed to keep his ego at bay (ie: the least he appears in one of his movies) since Fahrenheit 9/11
. But Moore squanders his serious points about corporate slavery and economic crisis. Insisting on simplifications---poor equals virtuous, rich equals corrupt---he invites distrust to all but the converted. The threat of corporations becoming government is too heavy a subject for Moore’s lone-spokesman-of-the-working-class crusade. He never digs far enough to propose an alternative to succumbing to the world’s capitalist excess.