NateHarris, Guest Writer
This is not going to be a normal movie review because this is not really a movie, meaning it has no real plot or characters. It’s a documentary, and the best way to understand it, really like any film, is to see it for yourself. I’d rather not get into the politics of it as it is a politically-fueled film.
Imagine a world without America.
While the movie does jump to conclusions that may be overreaching in hindsight, the movie does pose an interesting question. However, its delivery is less than stellar. The movie sets up the debate by recounting all the “crimes” America is guilty of, including destruction to Native Americans, Mexicans, African-Americans, other countries and its own citizens through capitalism. Then it proceeds, in History Channel re-enactments and interviews, to respond to the claims.
I will admit that by the end I did feel more patriotic and less ashamed of my country. *Fist held high* AMERI…CA?
And then I realized there were thirty minutes left in the film, just enough time for the director/producer/writer/author/narrator’s (Dinesh D’Souza’s) political opinion to shine through, that which I found difficult to pin down initially suddenly becoming blatantly obvious. The movie ends one chapter and then out of the blue starts writing a completely different book. After an hour and a half of defending America from the claims of its awfulness, the movie proceeds to call America awful. If you end up seeing the film and think about it, the director/producer/writer/author/narrator actually ends up hypocritical in his purpose. The entire first half of his film is based on the fact that the claims of one man were not historically-backed and instead were meant to spur a social movement. The movie then fills in the holes. And yet by the end, the director is trying to spur a social movement, completely undermining his point.
Like I said earlier, I don’t want this to be a heated political thing, though I will say, and the NSA can put me on record for this, since D’Souza seems paranoid about it, that this movie, at least the last thirty minutes, seems like nothing more than a political activist using a movie to try to get back at the people who complained about his last film, “2016.” It’s all confusing, but in the end, it’s all hypocritical.
You can check it out if you want, but I wouldn’t recommend it, at least not the last thirty minutes.
Oh, and please, everyone, stop using Philip Philip’s “Home” as an uplifting song in your films! Nothing undermines your dire socioeconomic political point more than listening to that song while Mary Lincoln cries about the assassination of her husband and a soldier is abused in a Vietnam POW camp. Please, just stop.
(cover photo courtesy redstate.com)