Film

Fahrenheit 9/11

Name: Fahrenheit 9/11
Genre: Documentary
Released: 2004
Cast: Michael Moore, John Conyers, Abdul Henderson, Craig Unger, George W. Bush

Michael Moore's furious, funny, deliberately unfair polemic against the Bush administration's response to 9/11 and the march into Iraq. Part investigation, part stand-up routine, part grief, it stitches archive footage, ambush interviews and stunts into a two-hour argument. It's for anyone who wants their outrage confirmed with jokes, and it made history as the first documentary to win Cannes' Palme d'Or.

TMDb rating

7.1

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