Review: In ‘Fahrenheit 11/9,’ Michael Moore asks the heartland to deliver us from Trump
One advantage of seeing a Michael Moore movie on the Upper West Side of New York is the possibility that Moore, a part-time resident of the city, will be there himself to soak up the applause. That is what happened on a Saturday night screening of his new documentary “Fahrenheit 11/9.” And though he said it with a smile, he was not joking when he told the audience, “This city had 40 years to take care of Trump,” referring to the years when Donald Trump got headlines for his vulgarity and casual racism. “It was all just a big joke here.”
Moore brought along one of the interviewees from his film: 99-year-old Ben Ferencz, the last surviving prosecutor from the Nuremberg Trials, who told the New Yorkers present in a booming voice, “You’ve got to be alert to the danger” of fascism in the United States.
From that post-game show, you can tell that “Fahrenheit 11/9” is not subtle, and it is not sympathetic to the view that what we need now is civility and centrism.
“Fahrenheit 11/9” did poorly at the box office on its opening weekend, especially compared with Moore’s record-setting 2004 documentary “Fahrenheit 9/11,” possibly because one can now stay at home and consume two hours of this stuff by simply scrolling through Facebook or Twitter. It may also be relevant that Moore supported Bernie Sanders over Hillary Clinton in the 2016 Democratic primaries, and Clinton diehards are in no mood for a film that excoriates the Democratic Party—and the Clintons in particular—for abandoning the working class in favor of Wall Street donations. Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan are barely seen in “Fahrenheit 11/9,” but Moore, as narrator, dismisses “old guard” Democratic leaders including Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer as roadblocks to an effective resistance to Trump.
“Fahrenheit 11/9” does avoid the question of just how much racism and sexism had to do with the outcome of the 2016 election.
Trump himself is not in “Fahrenheit 11/9” as much as the movie posters suggest. The film opens with the shock of Election Night 2016 (Moore cannot help but note that he was quoted on Fox News as having said of Trump, “Dismiss him at your peril”) and ends with footage of Adolf Hitler dubbed with Trump’s voice. But most of the time is spent on hotspots of liberal activism. Pointedly, the three major locales are in states carried by Trump: Flint, Mich., a majority-black city taken over by state administrators whose rash decisions in 2014 ended up poisoning the water supply; almost-all-white West Virginia, where public school teachers went on strike early this year over low pay; and Parkland, Fla., the site of the mass shooting at a high school in February. Aside from a few glimpses of the Bronx’s Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez among Democrats running for office this fall, the blue states of the Northeast Corridor and the West Coast do not figure into Moore’s portrait of left-wing activism. He leaves no doubt that he holds both New York and Hollywood responsible for Trump’s rise.
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Moore got his start—and a reputation for effective atmospherics over strict accuracy—with the 1989 documentary “Roger and Me,” about the decline of his hometown of Flint, so it is grimly ironic that he has a reason to revisit the city in “Fahrenheit 11/9.” The Flint sections are probably the most effective in the film (even if Moore’s attempt to put the governor of Michigan under citizen’s arrest is not as amusing as his attempts to personally confront General Motors chief executive Roger Smith in the earlier film), with residents talking about the discoveries of rashes and other illnesses from the lead-heavy water, as well as the brush-offs they got from the state officials who took over their city. (Republican Gov. Rick Snyder took “emergency” control of several mostly black cities in Michigan in 2013, including Flint and Detroit.)
There are also scenes of U.S. Army military exercises, including explosions and low-flying helicopters, that took place in Flint in 2015, apparently with no advance warning to residents, which emphasizes Moore’s view of Rust Belt cities as not merely abandoned but actively plundered by the elite class. And there is a wry but devastating sequence about President Obama’s visit to Flint in the closing days of the 2016 presidential campaign—in which the president reassured his audience that the water crisis was under control, instead of urging people to get angry and vote. Moore, in fact, blames Obama’s disappointing visit for depressing turnout in the state and possibly throwing Michigan to Trump. (In the Q. and A. after the film, Moore said he had mixed feelings about portraying Obama so negatively in the film, saying he was still the “best president in my lifetime.”)
Speaking of the election, blue-state viewers may feel that there is something missing in “Fahrenheit 11/9.” Aside from footage with some of the most unhinged attendees of Trump campaign rallies, the voters who actually put him in office are nowhere to be seen. Moore might argue, with justification, that the same media outlets who gave Trump so much free publicity in 2016 have since given us more than enough interviews with diehard Trump supporters. But “Fahrenheit 11/9” does avoid the question of just how much racism and sexism had to do with the outcome of the 2016 election, which makes it harder to judge how representative his labor heroes in West Virginia are of the entire state. Perhaps Moore feels that he can instill only so much anger with “Fahrenheit 11/9,” and he does not want to waste it on Trump voters who may be loud but are still pretty powerless.