A recent review of my film Broke that made me smile — cause I am not sure what film he watched!
“I caught this on a Documentary Channel and I felt afterward like some of the deepest-thinking reviewers. It leaves off a lot of folks who have been on the sidelines of life the past decades without money-making jobs like real estate brokers or hedge-fund managers; or the feinting poker players. In other words for those who must struggle, you must breakfast, lunch and dinner on hope to recapture the upswings of your homes or the generosity of your employer who hasn’t shipped the firm abroad. The reality is, if you don’t come back to your house with an exceptional income, keep looking. Because this documentary does not address the saps who haven’t been drawn the cards on the table to put them in the game of risk and luck depicted here. It presumes that millions of other dwellers beyond the devastated areas have sufficient income to generate their American Dream. It begs you to have the mental aptitude of a Houdini. It wants us to believe that life has affordable risks if we have the instincts of a poker player; whereas, until the 70’s, the American Dream was guaranteed by an education, solid marriage and sound character. Here, you only require the predatory instincts of a roving gambler. Welcome to West World, by gummy!”
I know I am not supposed to laugh when someone rips the shit out of me, but there are some damn funny lines in there. He must not have liked my review of Moore here.