And I loved it. It was tonic for the frustration of watching your country get flushed down the toilet by the most inept president since Warren G. Harding. One of the major criticisms of Moore and his films is that he twists truth or lies outright for effect, so I want to deal with that subject most of all. I don't think this movie is intended to be a journalistic piece. It's not 60 Minutes or (God forbid) Fox News. It's a work of art with a political subject (much of art is political anyway). I think it's nothing more than an emotional reaction to the feckless punk who is running our country into the ground, and taking several others down with him. Moore expects the viewer to know the details already (there is some reporting about Bush's connections with the Saudis, but it's window dressing to the overall purpose of the film). What Fahrenheit does is give us an outlet for all the pent up anger and dismay. It's from the heart. It pokes fun at the president for being a yokel and a tool. But it's also a dead-serious look at the consequences of putting a yokel and a tool into the White House. It's funny, it's infuriating, it's tragic. Love it or hate it, it will be remembered as a historic piece of filmwork that captured the political anger of our time for many, many Americans and good people all over the world. And I think it did a damn fine job of it.