Like a latter-day Laurel and Hardy (if Stan Laurel was a humourless monomaniacal Leninist zealot, and Ollie was even fatter, bereft of any comic ability and a blatant propagandist for murderous thugs) the team of Bob Brown and Michael Moore have hit the boards (reinforced, I hope) to set the politically pure rolling in the aisles with their line in bolshevik banter, soviet slapstick, accessable ascerbity and commie comedy capers.
This pairing sums up the desperation of the left- a millionaire film-maker with a cynical (but accurate) judgement of what strings to pull to siphon the hard to access perpetually outraged dollar from it's normally tight-fisted grip, and a shameless self-rightous sef-promoter who cynically manipulates the votes of the green gullible to push his own hard-line crypto-Trotskyite agenda, and keep himself in a position of executive power without the necessity of large-scale electoral support; hang on, they're like two peas in a pod- horribly deformed, poisonous and dangerously mutated peas, certainly, but no wonder there's such massive mutual admiration. |