Greetings from the Choir Pit (Stand?)

Generally, I hate to go see documentaries with a left lean to them. They get me all fired up and I feel like, as I'm already singing stridently in that particular choir, I'm not really the audience that NEEDS these sorts of films. But then, I'm conflicted because I do want to support them with my movie-going dollars, right? This is why I couldn't bring myself to see An Inconvenient Truth. So, anyway, I succumbed and went to see Who Killed the Electric Car? tonite. And yeah, I got all emotional. There were several points when I had to cover my eyes as they rolled statistics about oil consumption over the screen. Do most people flinch at statistics? Should I confess that I sobbed, start to finish, through Bowling for Columbine? But really, I can't say much about this movie that isn't self-evident in their website. It's worth watching just because we should at least be aware of all the various forces preventing viable technologies from maintaining a planet that is inhabitable by humans. But be prepared to be frustrated. It's just the stupidest damn thing that we can't all go out and buy one of those snazzy little cars. Oh, because I would! I don't care if I had $800 car payments for the next 40 years!

Also of note, there was a Coke ad in which they appropriated the Grand Theft Auto landscape and had the main perpetrator guy turning everthing into a big Coca Cola Happiness (possibly Gay Pride) parade. Sure, this product gives kids cavities, fat bellies and an early reliance on caffeine, but, hey, it's a clever ad. And, I saw a preview for another documentary that looks fantabulous: U.S. vs. John Lennon. This thing looks like it'll be very interesting. It's hardly innovative for the government to put rabble-rousing liberal celebrities on watch lists, but that story doesn't often have such a tragic resonance. OK, so fine, I know I said I hate these movies, but dammit, it's just so nice to know there are a bunch of smart documentary-makers who are on my side (as i squander my last two weeks as a red-state resident).