Today in “Things nobody asked for”, indie film legends Bob and Harvey Weinstein personally acquired the worldwide rights to the latest documentary by Michael Moore. Entitled Fahrenheit 11/9 - a callback to his previous work Fahrenheit 9/11 and also the day You-Know-Who was declared President - the film has been described as “the mix of outrage and mischievous humor that has made Moore the most successful documentary filmmaker in the world”. Now there’s a publicist making their money.
This isn’t Moore’s first “surprise” documentary. Last year he released Michael Moore in TrumpLand, a one-man show on his complex feelings on and ultimate endorsement of Hillary Clinton, which also features an extended explanation for the ways Trump could win the election (spoiler?). He’s also currently preparing to star in a Broadway play aimed at taking down Trump.
Moore’s aims are admirable - don’t we all want to bring down Fuckface Von Clownstick - but really, how would a Michael Moore documentary succeed where journalists, politicians, the freaking FBI and basic human decency have failed? Moore is right in his press release that, “Even when he commits a self-inflicted wound, he gets up the next morning and keeps going and tweeting”, but the idea that “that all ends with his movie” is wish fulfillment at best. Sure, Trump may send out a few angry tweets and Tucker Carlson will fall over himself to spend hours ranting about the film in an attempt to have daddy love him again, but, in case Moore needs reminding, this didn’t work when he did Fahrenheit 9/11, and the world was a lot less nonsensical back then.
The Weinsteins say they are “ecstatic to be part of this revolution”. I’m sure the potential for a gross to match the record breaking £200m worldwide numbers of Fahrenheit 9/11 wouldn’t hurt either.