Michael Moore doesn't look like a movie star. With his pinched face, his Pillsbury Doughboy silhouette and his air of befuddled skepticism, he looks as if he'd be lucky to land a night manager's job at a 7-Eleven. Moore might even pass for what he is: the novice director of a documentary film about blue- collar unemployment. So why did 2,000 folks stand in line for hours last week in Flint, Mich., to ask him questions, throw verbal brickbats or cheer him on? Why has his movie Roger & Me stoked debate that has spilled from the entertainment pages into the...
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