Movie Review

Saturday night, I dragged a friend to watch Why We Fight, a deeply disturbing documentary about the military-industrial complex. I know. Friend of the year.

SIDE NOTE: Another called and said, "Okay, what time are you picking me up?" I said, "We'll be there around 6:30pm." She said, "We? You got someone to go? Good! I'm going to bounce and do something fun. I'll getcha next weekend." What is this? Shift work?

DISCLAIMER: The above is really just a fictionalized account of our conversation, meant to illicit a giggle. Mostly true. In spirit anyway. Don't report me to Oprah.

Why We Fight is a wonderful, thought-provoking movie. No sides are taken - both Republican and Democratic presidents have fed the war machine. Afterwards, you walk away a smarter American, that's for sure. Slightly depressing, though. If no one listened to the warnings of a popular Republican president with military ties - what can the rest of us do about a growing defense budget, overreaching control of corporations and contractors, complicity at the highest levels of government and ever-present state of war? I couldn't help but think that the only thing I can do is make sure the military never gets its hands on my precious children. The aforementioned "complex" twists an honorable duty and turns soldiers into puppets. Dying for oil and corporate greed? No thanks.

A heavy way to spend a Saturday night, I know.

However, Tampa Theatre serves alcohol. Score! And when politically savvy blog readers approach and compliment your work? Better than sex!

And nowadays - that counts for plenty. I mean, come on. Friends will only do so much.