Now that Michael Moore is a certified box-office giant, one imagines that in some executive suite in Hollywood, a corpulent mogul is chomping a cigar and barking the following orders into a speakerphone: "Get me a commie documentary, goddamn it, and on the double! I want Roger Moore or whatever that fat guy's name is. I want Harvard professors. I want starving kids, bombs bursting in air, hints of conspiracy, all that shit. And see if you can't work in a cameo... More >>>