Friday, June 6, 2014


Last night I watched the very fine 2010 documentary film Inside Moves... sorry, Inside Job, and my "normal" blood pressure decided to test the upper limits of acceptability.

In a nutshell, the film's all-too-real 'plot' goes like this: A lack of government regulation ("deregulation") in the U.S. financial services industry led to and bred blatant and severe systemic corruption leading to a global recession. "The Financial Crisis."

As a friend of mine likes to say at opportune moments like this: "... And then depression set in."

Not only is the flick emotionally involving for the viewer, certainly if you care about people's livelihoods (around the world!) and the stability of economies and life in general, but it gives credence to those who feel that documentary films are, on average, superior to the narrative type. No dramatic-form scriptwriter can "write this sh*t". Life is more interesting than fiction. (Inside Job director Charles Ferguson knows this, I'm sure.)

I, especially recently, much prefer watching documentaries; at least 60 percent of my movie-watching involves the documentary form. When I watch most recent-ish mainstream Hollywood fare my blood pressure drops precipitously.

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