Saturday I went to see the 10:30AM showing of Fahrenheit 9/11, and I cried and cried throughout the entire two hours. I don’t know if that’s what Michael Moore was going for when he made the movie, but it really hit me like a ton of bricks, starting with the scene when you hear – not see – the planes crashing into the towers until the scene when Lila Lipscomb visits the White House.
A note to the heartless woman who thought the latter scene was staged: that poor Middle Eastern lady has lived under that yellow tent in front of White House for years. I’ll go down and snap a pic of it some time this week. That scene really angered me.
Anyhow, the film is definitely worth seeing.