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“W.” by Oliver Stone is a great movie about a mediocre man; or a mediocre movie about a great man; or– uh I’m not a good enough writer to keep going with that.

Here’s what I know:

W. was a little long or not well edited– I don’t know enough about movies to say which.

The beginning was great and moved along at a terrific pace– it was entertaining, and most of the viewers were in love with George W Bush for the first 30 minutes of this film. I swear.

When making George W Bush likeable, or at least not-hateable, Oliver Stone did a great job. When it was time to make him look bad, it felt flat-footed and minor.

“Most of us came expecting to see a dramatized Michael Moore film or at least a damning indictment of our country’s most brutal war criminal and Dictator In Chief– you know, all that stuff we heard about ad nauseam until the Democrats were pretty sure they had the election in the bag.”

I walked in expecting a satire, not a melodrama, docudrama, indictment or a “Bush Lied” story. W is really a tale of ambition vs. ability as seen through a father and son relationship.