Michael Moore’s “Fahrenheit 11/9” is a provocative and comedic take a gander at the occasions in which we live. It will investigate the two most vital inquiries of the Trump Era: How the f**k did we arrive, and how the f**k do we get out? It’s the film to see before it’s past the point of no return.
At a certain point in his vocation, Michael Moore made sagacious motion pictures – keen, interesting movies that investigated regularly polarizing subjects. At that point, sooner or later after his 2002 narrative, Bowling for Columbine, Moore turned out to be more inspired by riffraff energizing and propagandizing than making convincing material. His movies wound up unfocused and nebulous as he seethed against a progression of unsurprising bogeymen and repeated similar subjects. Little has changed between 2004’s Fahrenheit 9/11 and 2018’s comparably named Fahrenheit 11/9. In his most recent tirade, Moore tosses everything at the watcher including the kitchen sink and expectations something – anything – will stick. Tragically, very little does.