Open spoiler alert
Moore’s latest film had the strangest ending. In perhaps his most useful publicity stunt yet, he was taking some sick folks to Gitmo. He got on a megaphone and requested care for the sick heros of 9/11. And the film ended there. No closing credits, no closing score, no nothing. Just house lights up. And a confused audience whispered an awed “Huh? That’s it?” My suspicions of the movie ending were confirmed. A cleaning crew came in.
As I tried to exit, I realized that the cleaning crew’s uniforms closely resembled those of the BFD and BPD. Funny, a movie about the lack of health care in this country was interrupted by emergency personel making a house call.
I decided to take advantage of this break by taking care of a couple of health problems of my own, namely an excess of urea and a Goobers deficiency.
When I got back to the theatre, the movie had started up again. Moore and friends were entering Havana General Hospital.
What did I miss? Surely, an American does not simply walk from Gitmo to Havana. How did they get there? Did Castro invite them in?