In Canadian Bacon, a fictional comedy by Michael Moore (Roger & Me, TV Nation), the president of the United States has a problem. His approval ratings are dropping even though he's the first person to hold the office without dragging the country into a war or armed conflict of any kind. His advisor's inform him lack of war is precisely his problem. You see, the cold war has been over for years and all the US's bogus boogey men are either dead, "making license plates" in Florida, or reformed. Many in the oval office and corporate America find this notion upsetting. Unemployment is soaring as the weapons industry shuts down. The head
of "Hacker" corporation blames the peace time president for
the layoffs he's just had to administer. Things look so bad for the President,
played by Alan Alda, that his national approval rating (here treated similarly
to TV's Nielson rating) shoots up 15% only after an accidental assassination
attempt. It quickly drops again when the public realizes he survived. Everyone who has the president's ear is telling him he needs a war. Reluctantly, he agrees to pre-fabricating a cold war. Unfortunately for the prez, the Russians are unwilling to comply, storming angrily out of the Washington, DC summit where the idea is presented to them. The president and all his advisors are at a loss to find someone to play cold war games with. Luckily, a brawl breaks out at a US/Canada hockey match on Canadian
soil, several Americans (including the late John Candy) are pointed to
as the instigators and arrested. The young, upwardly mobile head of the
National Security Council, under the tutelage of the greedy "Hacker"
CEO (Rip Torn), sees this minor skirmish as something to be exploited
for the benefit of all market-driven Americans. From here on the film details the numerous ways in which the American public (via 'Operation Canadian Bacon') is turned against the nation of Canada. Step by step the president and the public are made to believe Canada has been engaging the US in subterfuge for the past several decades. Conspiracy theories run rampant ("the Canadians have amassed 90% of their population within 100 miles of the US/Canada border!!") and soon maple syrup and ice skates become symbols of tyranny. The spoof is unrelenting and similarities abound between this fictional account of political media twisting and the media genuflecting that took place during the Persian Gulf war of 1991. It may not surprise anyone that Michael Moore
had power struggles of his own during the creation of this political satire.
The initial financing of the film was provided by Propaganda Films (owned
by media giant Polygram) who wanted to promote the picture as a typical
John Candy comedy vehicle. Moore states in a recent issue of Pulse!
"they wanted more of Uncle Buck. On the set, they'd be, 'Do
you guys think you could write some more lines for John? Have him do more
goofy stuff?' I'm going, 'Guys, it's not that film.'" Michael Moore offers America some of the most daring, unrelenting political
art the nation has seen. Apparently this makes the television and movie
powers-that-be very nervous about supporting his projects. Who can blame
them? When TV Nation encouraged viewers to meet Crackers the Corporate
Crime Fighting Chicken on the corner of such-and-such street at such-and-such
date/time, the people who arrived weren't gathered to listen to a ho-hum
political speech or to get autographs from a TV star. They showed up to
tell Crackers (and Moore) which companies and/or banks in their city were
fucking with people. Then the crowd would march to one of those places
and confront the institution... with TV cameras rolling! Granted, Moore
rarely got past the security guards in the elevator lobby, but the message
was never lost: Here is a group of pissed off Americans, with a well organized
and articulate spokesperson, directly confronting those who are exploiting
them. When was the last time you saw something like this on TV? Probably
sometime in the early '60s (if you were alive), only then it was on the
news instead of an info-tainment show and the crowds were dispersed with
high powered water hoses and rabid dogs. As corny as this may sound to some, Michael Moore could be the closest the MTV generation gets to having a Martin Luther King type of liberator to call its own. I suppose, to a degree, the television networks and movie companies are aware of this and are loathe to give Moore a soapbox venue of such vast proportions. Why else would executives from two of the greediest industries in the United States unanimously turn down, hinder, or give up on projects guaranteed to make their investors a lot of money?
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