No film genre has a less sexy name. Documentary: a five-syllable word that smells of parchment and sounds like homework. Who goes to the movies for a civics lesson? If people want to be harangued about how rotten the world is, they can listen to talk radio.
But get folks into a documentary, and they can't stop talking about it. In the past two years, Fahrenheit 9/11 had audiences proclaiming Michael Moore as savior or anti-Christ. Super Size Me, that Big Machiavellian experiment in fast-food bingeing, made a star of director and guinea pig Morgan Spurlock. Capturing the Friedmans posed a troubling...
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