I always think Oliver Stone is a great man, and the ending of this film should be ranked in the top ten of all the films I have watched. At that moment, I felt hesitated for Bush, and I felt heartbroken for him. And why did that softball disappear in the sky and never fall again? Why can't I find Saddam's weapons of mass destruction? Why is the war victorious but will be defeated? Why did the painstaking efforts come in exchange for ridicule, making things difficult, and public outrage?
Regarding the irony, Michael Moore is acrid, while under Oliver Stone, he is vigorous, so vigorous that everything is justifiable. I don’t hate him, I really don’t hate him anymore. Although I told my friends a few hours ago that Bush Jr. is probably the most fucked president in American history. He has messed up too many things in the past eight years. Before the horse gets up and down, he has to press for an economic crisis, and he is duty-bound.
In fact, they are not bad, are they just a little stupid? People who are stupid are honest and cute. Why do you want to smash me with eggs when you take office? Why do you still have to make a film to satirize me before I step down? I just kept wondering whether Bush would watch this premiere today. Will he go home and cry under Laura's quilt?
I am deeply impressed by the rapid advancement of media freedom. In the past, big movies only dared to shoot dead people, but now they not only shoot live people, but also scold him in broad daylight. And this film won't be banned, and this director won't be arrested—when will China have such a gentleman's demeanor?
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