the man that lost his son in 9/11
Watching the scene near the end of the movie when he sits contemplating if writing the name of his son is wrong and regrettable, it breaks your heart, sort of wish I could just reach out and hug the man. I mean the psychology of a normal, compassionate and caring human being is unfortunately also so predictable, and its awful that his pain, and pain of thousands of others just like him has been exploited like that is just so damn awful.
I am not an american, nor I am particularly pro- or anti-american, I consider myself a human being, but also being a refugee from conflict in ex. Yugoslavia, I understand how it feels when people die in violence that was caused through a long chain of lies, media manipulation and smoke screens, just so that few select people up top could get more cars, suits or whatever. They are exploiting the very things that define us as human beings, love for our family/friends, our morale and ethics, our concepts of right and wrong, our religious beliefs or lack of, our economic situations. All that in a cold-blooded, calculated and knowing manner, and that is the most scary part of it all.
Great movie, I never watched Michael Moore's movies, because even tho I may be a tree-hugging-hippy-welfare-state-euro-trash (did I miss anything?), I felt it was too cheap and sensationalistic for my taste. This one is quite different. Strongly recommended, but prepare to lose some sleep thinking about it.